(no subject)

[penguinboy.livejournal.com]

College
by Douglas Goetsch

I lost a girl in a cornfield. She was
the TA of my first and only class
in women's studies. I wrote something
in a paper that impressed her, something
clever I probably didn't even understand,
some words I threw down and she
wrote that she wanted to talk to me.
She claimed that she had never cut
her hair, which hung below her waist
straight and brown, feathery at the ends,
a missing patch by her right hip
that caught fire when she was eleven.
I didn't learn a thing about women
in that class. The men weren't allowed
to talk, just listen For Once to women,
long discussions of how to get rid of
He, why the word Lady was insulting,
why Girl was worse, why Freud was
evil, why all men were Oppressors
just by moving the tongues in our mouths.
I don't know how I managed to get
this tall, slender girl into my car,
a rusted Toyota that rode low to the ground.
She was beautiful gathering her hair
to one side before settling in the seat.
I don't think we said a word when
we got out and waded into that field.
It was fall corn, taller than us. The stalks
had shed burnt parts that crunched underfoot.
We wandered different rows, and soon
lost the sound of one another's steps.

Comments

[torifica.livejournal.com]

very cool