About a Coed

All of the words in my battered thesaurus
Were useless when she was next to me.
All of the ticks the psychology text had
Described were there: the trembling,
The sweating, the sense that, sooner or
Later, I'd faint. And the fear that I'd
Find out she wanted me only for answers
To quizzes, and money for food, proved
To be (temporarily), wrong.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-11 at 01:39

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