What do you expect me to do here,
while you're in Boston,
living your life,
experimenting,
experiencing?
Do I look the other way while you
flirt with all the boys in their
tight shirts and sparkling grins?
Do I try to pass the time while you
wink at all the girls with their
short skirts and multi-hued eyes?
Do I try to occupy my time with other
boys and their watery words-
everywhere, yet somehow always
slipping through my slit palms,
too abundant to be meaningful
and too ever-changing to be
substantial?