maelynslavik

You say we are ‘lazy’, ‘soft’, ‘don’t care’, ‘ungrateful’. You don’t see the hours we spend
Studying late, memorizing formulas, writing essays, solving problems,
Trying to be everything you expect us to be. 

The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.

// bumblebee//honeybee//honey//sweet as nectar//you are beautiful//in every way//

I come here to

express myself

semi-anonymously,

but freely

and happily.

My laptop is

bombarded with

tabs, one of which

is YWP.

Always.

I may not

write a poem