6.20.2006

poem #19

"an opening"

in the basement of the quads
the student-led coffee house
not yet opened to the naive
all-knowing public,
her blank stare scared me senseless.

my hand was still, stiff
i didn't want a massage
or to give her one

so i summoned the courage to stare back
--more, to erect a reflection
by force.

silly words and turns
phrased, phrases turned--
each looker-on learns much of me;
what have i learned? we'll see...

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