Friday, December 11, 2009

Dedicated to My Roommate (whom I actually get along well with)

Tis the night be for the final
Poetry is coming due
And I sit here writing, rhyming—chatting with my roommate too.
“Poetry?” he says, “You’re gay man. Do you do ballet as well?”
Smack! My fist conveys my answer as I ring his dull thick bell.

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