XXII. Berthoud Hall
We come here every week
to sit at the tables by the rocks,
eat pizza and oreos,
pull up our presentations,
and honor the prophet
who carved "you are gay"
into the wood.
Three hours of classes
have burned holes through my eyes,
closed my lungs, sucked any last words
out of my throat and onto the calc worksheets
I furiously write on, take pictures of, scan in
as I hear about rebellions and revolutions
and the many ways in which we can love
and care for one another.
But maybe, one of these days,
I'll find my voice and add it to the chorus
that drifts around the room,
and find my place in a generation
that doesn't have any others to lean on.
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