Accessibility Student

 

What manner of assimilation
Do I utilize to enter my society—

Examination to excess or simply
A polished hand handled by hygiene?

I am confined to titles, and exposed
Like objects revealed by subject and verb:

Slips of recommendation—subtle, yet weak initiations.
After, the ritualized pressure of a weekly quiz,

My breath confers the business and the tension
in the accessible silence, my absurdly unfocused eye.

Can I analyze away my anxiety, A.D.D,
And depression like dirt dug with shovel?

Even floss out my autistic-spectrum?
As I rock in class like a limpid lily, wiggling my fingers

   under the desk.

The relation I have with the institution:
The obsession of Tetris after the first release.

I have time-and-a-half to understand
How the blocks move, I have

A poignancy, a pen, a notepad, and the pressure
To integrate answers,

Without integrating
myself.

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An Hour of Meditated Breathing about Mens Sana in Corpore Sano On the Rock Outside Cooke Hall

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Visceral flame
Plucked like daffodil
Against the igneous
Firmament.

Still tied to humanity
And sisyphean rock,
I hear the swaying lilies
Of Prometheus.

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The lilies are a lie.
They are not corporeal—
Neither visceral, nor unreal;
A surreptitious memory

Of the present
Skinless phalanges,
Radius, and Humerus—none
Except the leafless branches
Shaking the other’s hands.
The calcaneal remains
Beyond Patroclus’ lover.

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An hour of meditated
Breathing burns the eyelid
Into the world. A Brisk examination
Of the external—In the loud,
Protesting snow. Removed from
The census designated halls,

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There’s no prayer for the daffodil hearts
Of young daemons, who stand
On the steps of Rosary Hill.
Only prayers for blue students
Playing tic-tac-toe like governors in a hall.

My body studied into stumbling:
I listen to the metacognitive flowerbeds
Answer the questions I recall—
Both rightly and wrong.
I witness the anatomical trees unfold,
Without the stench of paint, a clean syringe, or formaldehyde.

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The igneous

Exhales below me.

Go out, my blue siblings—
Listen to the world breathe.

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