What did we need of lectures and books? I had the syllabus of your body The blackboard of your skin. You contained everything I wanted to know. From you, the periodic table of the heart and the mysterious language of love. From you, the formula to calculate distance and longing, volume and force. You were … Continue reading “Study Hall”
What did we need of lectures and books?
I had the syllabus of your body
The blackboard of your skin.
You contained everything I wanted to know.
From you, the periodic table of the heart
and the mysterious language of love.
From you, the formula to calculate
distance and longing, volume and force.
You were a canon of experience
an encyclopedia of the unknown.
All night, I studied you.
By day, we slept and dreamt,
Wrote papers of our connection
Typed a universe with our hands.
Author: Janice
A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?
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