A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

No Slake

Oh, I see--

that anchorless yearning
that seemed like teen residue
is the same as wandering
around the bodega looking
for something else to buy--

an all-American yearning
born of
corn syrup and sodium

starved for to-be-invented

tasting the potatoes
in your McApplePie

let's all start saying what we want
quit waiting for an offer

I go hungry, hungry, hungry

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