This poem is about wanderlust.
I could write this poem about Odysseus,
and it would seem to be an obvious choice.
He wandered the sea, and upon returning home
decided to leave again as soon as possible.
But I’m more interested in the “lust” part.
Wanton teenagers sidewalking the streets
throwing their rocks at girls’ windows
humidity still in the air as the lights turn on
ghastly orange and sweating
Sadie turning prigs and pigs to men
Sweeter Jane enchants and Sweetest Jane sings songs.
There’s still the girl that they return to at home.
Maybe it’s got a lot to do with Odysseus after all.
June 27
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