Graduation
I am almost done it,
that quest I told you about, and
I promise I will make it back,
and I will no longer try to
save you from yourself.
I will let the kiss in the bus stop
rain go unnoticed I will not
smile at the driver from
outside, dampening with
every extra tug back toward you
in your sleek bomber
you with those Docs on your feet.
Because I have read more
of Gilbert and Gubar now.
I know it is me who,
like every power hungry fool,
has been your bane, and
I know the boon is knowing better
than to tie rocks to a feather,
I am going to shut in on myself,
I am the book of hate for objectified
love,
but I still miss you.
I will find a way
to make it back
but I will first
eradicate, even that
foolish desire.
I will run through the library
with the scissor of open books,
I will emulate no other poets.
I am here now.
