Jennifer C
During her first year at Harvard,
autumn 1987,
she invited me into her dorm room
and read me an E E Cummings poem
("if everything happens that can't be done").
It's been well over thirty years,
and I can still clearly see
her librarianish eyeglasses,
her olive skin, her eyebrows
each like an elbow in the ribs,
and her bare toes poking out
from under her denim-clad thighs
as she sat crosslegged on her mattress.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2021-11-14 at 08:50




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