My body may have outgrown high school field trips but my mind sure hasn’t.
The class field trip is a sort of free
For all; find your way through the
City streets, onto the right bus and
To the right lodge, cross up the right
Stone-stepped hill. Then, if you’ve
Made it, you’re allowed a week’s fun.
It seems only my friends whose names
Start with B have gotten here with me,
Which should make for an interesting few
Evenings.
So I’ve started working at a Papyrus (one of many reasons why I don’t have time for as many posts at the moment), and also at my college’s literary journal. I know exactly where this dream came from.
We sell Kate Spade
At our literary journal
As a fundraiser, and
My best guy friend
From home helps. He
Chooses a set of gold
Bow paperclips, defends
Its classiness to the rest
Of the guys, but while I
Back him up, I can’t help
Finding it hilarious.
Subtextually Free 