dissertation outline

(why my homework isn’t done)
 
his eyes are green. sorry. but they are.
green dreams green sea green
hope ringed in granite grey
i could never pronounce his name
 
crossing the quadrangle in a world of
abstract concerns i staggered my overwrought
mind directly into his mouth
 
he kisses me every time we meet
 
i can smell him between the pages of my
art history books
 
the question is always one of freedom:
revolution versus rebellion
and that form that encourages or
merely appeases that
filthy throbbing sacred need
for something better
 
i have been in the library every day this month
when he sees me there the kiss is a secret
in the chicken shop it comes with a kick
after history class he licks my teeth clean
 
sociology. anthropology.
kinesiology. psychology.
i recognise his morphology
in the slipping and flipping of my school book pages.
 
…
 
sitting in class
apologetic and eager
professor begs for synthesis.
my panties go damp


© Geneviève K