Monday, July 26, 2010

philosophy class

an excerpt from my forthcoming zine!

My philosophy teacher
was nicknamed 'the Doctor'
and class was always
like therapy for me.

We rearranged the chairs
every lesson, to sit
face to face.

That semester I felt
so unlike myself.

A bunch of us
regularly had beers
after class.

I developed a crush
on this mythical man
known by his surname.

He told me he would
just get on trains
and go somewhere.

He questioned
my boring weekends.

I questioned
his baldness.

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