Rendezvous
27 July 06 : 11.49 PM
Lester says, "Tell me. Would you ever write a poem about Mahabalipuram?"
Because we have Smith's essay assignment due tomorrow that we haven't started on, and it's only 15 minutes before 12am and we hate the poems we have to write about. The poet's just a guy facing a quarter-life crisis. While we have or will be plagued by the perennial question of Should I stay or should I go, this guy just wrote forty fucking poems on the same subject matter, compiled into a single collection.
Somebody has to tell this guy that the world doesn't revolve around him and his identity crisis. Nor do we want to write essays on it.