Sunday, February 2, 2014

Swallowing My Patience (A Poem)

During my first year of college,
All young-skinned and slippery
In the dew of new ideas,
I learned what it was to wait…

On broken-down power lines
On a twenty-mile drive
Into a town where the most
Popular place to eat
Served mostly hotdogs and ice cream.
I’d waver my lunch breaks,
Pocketful of work study change
For potato cakes and milkshakes,
Behind lines full of fat people
Who longed to be anything but hungry,
A semester full of psychology.

I learned to stand in long registration lines
Behind hippies struck by deju-vu,
vying for Enough silent eyes
to catch another kiss while I choked
in the dust of a cowboy wanna-be
who stood behind me
with mud in his hair
and the shape of my ass on his mind.

I taught myself what patience was
In a computer lab where
I whizzed through the work
Of desktop folders and graph tabs
While listening to the voice
Of some extraterrestrial God
Speak to me between the buzzing
Dial-up lines and a South American boy
Who couldn’t properly enunciate my name.

1 comment:

  1. I am glad I came back for a second visit because I don't see my comment. Beautiful Stacy! I remember college I was always waiting on laundry and the cafeteria (I generally missed the hours entirely). I only live on campus a short time though phew it was chaos


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