Disdain

Disdain

A Poem by Whiles

Here I am, holding

this vellum

next to you, my darling.

You, like

this parchment,

are thin and aesthetic and

Important.

I am ripped-jeans wonderful,

with my day-old coffee stain

stringy hair tilted spectacles—what

a spectacle!

How can the Professor

allow my dirty, sexy,

unrefined fingers

near History?

© 2009 Whiles


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Whiles
Whiles

Northampton, MA



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