Bowdoin

to college tours I went
wandered campuses looking for myself
sat in cafeterias wishing I could confidently call this home
smelt air of pine trees and sea
and I think I found me.

player

we talked of
cotton american flag
thongs,
classy patriotism
wrapped in bacon
and sold to the
big-boobed bitch
in the back row
ready for some red-neck fun.
but when i mentioned a name
that brought her shame,
i threw silence at the
mexican gang that sounded of
mariachi music and rough engines,
and brought up a secret
that didn't actually exist.
when asked by
puzzle-piece eyes
that twinkled with
chocolate chips and a cherry,
i whispered 'player'
and ate their has
with a spork.

chatty

on soft summer nights
under a plastic red umbrella
with little black birds
migrating to somewhere
happier than here
and wishing you could
leave with them too
but instead sitting
with your eyes
on your heart
who keeps laughing at you
and your silent words
caught in the net
called your censor
that prevents you
saying stupid shit
but instead
prevents you
from saying anything at all.

LC

to day we talked

for two whole hours,

words breaking surface

gasping for ear,

and they listened,

and i listened,

i wish she was here.

College

Just a statement,
all it is...
except that it expresses you,
it summarizes you,
and it is all that they will ever see
437 words on a page,
that is all you will ever be
to them,
until that letter is in the mail
and you are there
and real,
and it is there
and real,
but until then,
it's just a myth,
a blissful dream
called college

On Trial at a Pizza Parlor

I didn't defend her

my mind turned to slush

as they mocked her misery

and his inability

to make a move

and i stood by,

a dummy laughing at their 

discomforting jokes.

It came to me,

at one moment

to defend her, but I didn't.

I even at one point said,

let me think of something

and then some rubber ball

touched my mind,

but it was too small to hold,

and so i dropped it

and sat there,

bamboozled. 

In response to The Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraftt

Marriage like a wall
encloses you in your house.
You are chained to the sink,
your hands constantly under,
blue dish soap your perfume.

Break the chain!
Drain the sink!
Seek your own life of
Virtuosity