the hub of midwestern culture
amongst the university students
some leaving home for the first time
some coming back for the last time
to be young
to be given that chance
no regrets
you're going somewhere
me
i'm sitting outside
next to a bronze statue
i have no idea what it means
writing in a black notebook
waiting for a urology appointment
drinking .95 cent gas station coffee
i've got regrets
and pissed away my chances
people pass me with caution
am i that dangerous looking?
do my thoughts seem that impure?
ah, fuck you anyways
i'm awaiting results
that i probably don't want to hear
a reality i don't want to face
writing in minneapolis....
