Melissa sings an aria to a din of writers.
Goatee-type taps a pencil, dazed by idiosynchronicity.
Stunned, eight poets somehow sing orchestral
Accompaniment. New notes blare to passing ears.
They walk to find a quiet place. Smug professors
Revel, undaunted by the power of 18-year-old sex.
Six sophomores smile as academia piles up.
Surrounded by precious T and A, T.A.s*
Tease these women with pretensions the homefront
Never offered. Coffee spills, lapping laps
With Colombia’s horror. Displaced campesinos
Dream, but never scenes like horrific Franklin Street.
* Teaching Assistants
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