why would you miss me?


                                                           ­       i wasnt relevant when i  was present

with a shining future ahead

and a dismal past behind

for once it's okay to not be dead

and it's quite certain that i'll be fine

Graduation came early in the month of June

I stood in line, waiting to enter the room

You were right there, beside me with a look of gloom.

you asked out loud, "do i really need to wear this [cap] the whole time?"

and i was the only one to answer, "of course! we're graduating."


I watched you the entire time, clapping louder than everyone when you were called.

However, unlike my cacophonous clapping. I remained silent, even though every fiber of me wanted to tell you,

**I've been in love with you since junior year.

my stomach gurgles empty.
like my heart.
for want of you.

what we need is more banjo,
more djembe, more thunder finger
bass guitar --
what we need is less boredom --
less fear of failure,
less fear of *******,
less Jane Austen.
what we need is the electric charge
of neurons fire dancing like
the night sky of the fourth of
july,
what we need is to learn the lesson
of rivers and runners -- keep up
the momentum
what we need is more honey,
watermelon,
sweet potatoes,
peanut butter,
and coconut oil.
more weirdos, more hippies,
more punks, more rappers,
more poets, if you have something
to say we pretty much need you.
we need more gin and less gender roles
more sin and less slapstick
more trees and trampolines and ties
between you and I.
we don't even need to be human
we just need to be sustainable.