By Lisa Bitel ’80
Same as it ever was,
me my my
I too I too
I sound Same as it ever was
me,
my likeness
me
I depart I shake I effuse Same as it ever was
I bequeath Same as it ever was, I love,
you want me under your boot-soles.
You know what I mean,
But I shall
filter your blood. And you may ask yourself,
Fail “Am I right? Am I wrong?”
Miss “My God! What have I done?”
stop
“Where does that highway go to?”