She taught English
second semester
of my senior year.
Straight from the University,
she seemed so
enlightened.
I believe it's called a crush.
We talked
of Byron and Coleridge,
she smiled
at my enthusiasm.
She offered me
the Beat Generation,
and I was in love.
She asked me to write,
I filled reams.
i copied e.e.'s style,
stole subjects from Ginsberg.
I tried to find my angst.
I utilized adolescent innuendo,
and it seemed to work.
We met at coffee shops,
and I ordered espresso
served in a tiny cup and saucer.
She had a soda.
The things that she taught me,
the words that we shared...
Xanadu.
