The bell rang and I took a left

Past the trio that walked like turtles

and entered into 74, place of books

Sanctuary, library, riddled with people

"Max occupancy!" Leaver yelled

But upon sight, it appeared to be

my normal.

Despite its nature, Sanctuary

was never shy and quiet.

Reserved, only every

other Wednesday.

This place homed dozens

And me and Honey were two.

Among others, with nothing to do.

On this day, Honey brought a

bowl of Costco pho.

In its plain glory: no hoisin nor sriracha,

boiled, microwaved, stirred and readied.

"Do you want some?"

"No thank you," I'd say.

But the taste of artificial beef flavor,

It stuck with me anyway.