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

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Do I ever remind you of a racist joke

Wherein hardly known parties betray expectations

And wind up starting an independent brewery

Then sell out at first possible chance

Do you remembering see me

In stonewashed jean cutoffs

With yellowed ear cottons

Punctuating the moon

With finger quotes

I heard it touched you

Like a gag

1 comment:

  1. This poem feels very 90s. Or very Milwaukee. Or at least 2002.