caf� table, main st., geneseo ny, college town
a woman loses her individuality
if a man makes her excrete a certain hormone,
he says--post 3 yrs teaching & 2 yrs subbing
in some elementary school--
now outside with his dog sipping coffee as
saturday night begins for freshmen weekend.
but what the hell is he talking about?
what brought that up?
with a casual hour of rap,
i weigh his dumb philosophy against the weight
of anyone's heart laid on his lap.
what,� you didn't know?�
she with adam through out the summer
sharing fruits
as i ran a small gift shop in manhattan's central park.
i register her honest grin against the weight
of me helping my family eat,
and conceived nine months
til graduation.
then disregard poem
& let's move fwd.]