Cambridge was like:
sparring with sparrows
over scones
as the girls from Radcliffe walk by
thinking about the ones that could have been the one
and meeting comrades last seen eight years ago
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day after Christmas, talking about
miscarriage and apologies, the sea
sickness of conference rooms
missing horizontal reference.
fighting robots
designing computer chips in the key of E flat,
his sister still living at home,
spaying cats eighty hours a week
between bouts of drunkenness
pink-haired sex ads
perused by lesbians on trains and midget
junkies stranded by boyfriends, asking for a dollar
junkies stranded by boyfriends, asking for a dollar
the nostalgia of Harvard Square in December
the wistful wisdom of intuition, knowing
it was too soon to say, too late
to stay, the futility and
frustration watching friends fall apart
it was too soon to say, too late
to stay, the futility and
frustration watching friends fall apart
and post-parade confessions of wall-eyed strangers.
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