By jill
Date: 6 March 2000
sociology 447
"who are you?" i scream inside my head and throw up my hands in exasperation.
and what the hell is your last name?
i need to know so i can pair it with mine, and
imagine us sleeping lazily in the sun's puddles
because that's what i do when the class is boring
and you are much more wonderful
than the lecture on social structure.
unfortunately this is not
the first time you have shown up in my class
and distracted me beyond learning.
you really must stop doing this,
or at least introduce yourself.
those little smiles just won't do.
i need something more concrete
than sociology or theories-
something i can grab on to in the throes of passion
and feel wrapped around me when i drift off to sleep.
i know it's possible, so do me a favor
and lead me off to the quiet side of campus,
or better yet, far away from any of it.
give me something i can take hold of.
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