October 11, 2018 | Narrative
meditations on modernity
I have been here fifty-three times
when the naïve baristas offered
plastic cups for iced drinks
only to watch them float beyond
the caffeinated gates
in the hands of summer swindlers
when I signed up
proudly declaring my career aspirations to be
wine tasting animal husbandry
do I know any languages?
I laugh smugly
my multilingual education
has not prepared me for the new vernacular
java C++ python
I am confronted by my illiteracy
when I threw caution to the wind
surrendered my email
with the assurance that I
am only useful in an aggregate
O the anonymity of the crowd
Behold! a long-STEM rose
of anthropological contemplation
a barrage of students searching for seats
is anyone sitting across from you?
meet-cutes in the making
will there ever be corporate sponsors?
are we the conqueror
or the conquered?
have we submitted our will
to the pull of the corporation
or are we at last
it’s discourse, b*tch.