poem: insular

is it like last year – the self
inside the self? the same
lattes, the same late-night girls,
working working working
for ivory schools,
jades – and pearls – i can
forgive the coffee
if it counts towards yale,
princeton – oxford –
the university of nowhere,
un château dans l’air,
hiding in front of me,
resurrecting what –
might have been: the resilient girl
the frothy stairs, can she speak –
do i care?

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