Overheard outside of Wilson:
Frat boy with Solo cup: Hey, should we offer these freshmen
some of our scotch?
Frat boy without Solo cup: Hey freshmen! Want some scotch?
In the French, tu me manques –
you are missing to me.
You are missing to me,
to my body, to my arms
which starve on air,
to my eyes which dream up
the shape of you in everything.
You are missing
to my fingertips and the roots
of my hair ...