i asked you to read it again
the poem you wrote
overlook ing c ornf lakes
and breakfast t alk
in a little room with
mu ch life and frequent
gaps in furniture
the one you wrote
of rice milk and
the i mpor tance of words
not th e ones like
vegan
ph il ad el ph i a
street rats
student s
not boo ks or
tv or ricki lake at 2 am
none of t h at surface
d ai r y free milk but
t he d ep ths the flakes
a nd raisins dove
in the big bowl
jack's name was in the front
don t re mem b e r t he o ther
ke ro uac
h a s a ring
that is hard t o mi s h e ar place
unlike me under your covers
o r letters on the desk
yo u m o ved out and i
never heard the poem again
but i remember the generation
i w a s n ever a part of and
the dream-us
two wo nderin g so uls of women
-thinking of
our own movement
with a ring
too o f ten heard and
too ra re to be ignored
i asked you to read it again
to pr o ve t h e rea l i t y of
you r confession to m e
you vegan
stude n t
there are so many
rats and so few
ho us es
i a lwa y s w an t ed to be
t he fo und er of s ome thing
la rg er than life
me or
y ou
i want to be jack you know
w is h y ou d pick up
yo ur pen we
could follow each other
down the pa per road
fol low f o o t steps
sid e by s id e
c1996 adri o:
Reason for writing:
i have been wanting to share bits of myself with other people
for a long time now. one of the only ways i feel i am capable
of communicating my thoughts and feelings without too much
getting in the way. i started writing young- at the age of 9.
i am now 18 years old and, though not any more clear on what
life is really about, i am somewhat more verbal, and a lot more
brave.this particualar poem was written not too long ago.i wrote
it about a special connection i made with a fellow writer. we
met at a party, and she read me a poem she wrote about her mom
and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.we hung out a lot, and it
was very special to me. i wrote a poem the night i met her that
she liked and wanted a copy of. there was a morning i was over
at her dorm eating cornflakes and rice milk cause she is indeed
a vegan, and we talked about being like a couple, and starting
our own 'revolution' like jack kerouac and i guess his wife or
something. someone who wrote too. we shared a common bond with
feminism, liking women, being young, being hospitalized for de
pression, a many number of things. i guess it was just small
breakfaat talk, but it meant a lot to me. someone wanting to do
something significant with me. that is my ultimate dream. she
read something later she wrote about us that morning, and the one
line i remember the most was a reference to how she felt about
my writing "i feel i want to follow you,
and i don't follow anyone" i miss her terribly. the connection
is gone and the dream rests inside of me. the dream of inspiring
others to do great things. the dream of being the beginning of
something very important. this poem is how i keep it alive.
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