shiru

meditations on modernity

I have been here fifty-three times
     since springtime
I remember

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
     but alas
     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
asking strangers
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
demanding compensation?

it’s discourse, b*tch.