Secret Book Club

There’s a secret book club in the library
Snow day
No one is here
Just you and me
And I’m hiding from something
I’m always hiding from something
When will I be brave?
I’m not ready
There’s moth holes on my knees
You want the silver dollars only
And for me to do an afternoon of emotional labor
These beautiful books you pick by their looks
Just kidding, you love what’s inside
Have you ever seen The Warriors?
Everybody’s talking about The Warriors
When will I be brave?
I just want to be brave
I’m not ready