1. 20:30 25th Aug 2010

    Notes: 1

    Tags: my poetry

    first year residents

    dad, will you help me raise my bed? the question repeats as tired eyes roll and shoulders slouch and everyone checks their Facebook status - is she single? a non-smoker? good! i’ll walk by her room twice on the way to class and see if she picks up on the fact that i’m in lust with her. i stand still. i hear: dad, will you help me raise my bed? i want to put some notches on it before i come home for Thanksgiving. he hears: dad, is this the last thing you’ll ever do for me? she thinks: i want to shove my snacks under here so my fatty roommate who probably doesn’t wear deodorant and won’t have any friends doesn’t steal all of them when i’m out, you know, having a life. i blink: the mother complains about the lack of AC and i stare at the windowsill, slammed shut, and imagine the warm breeze floating in, suffocating us.

     
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