Graduation 2025

 




rites of passage 

the globe, Athens, GA

May 9, 2025, graduation 


summer-season stings 

I have been given the cords and form of a man. 

the church bells ring 

it is graduation day- youth came and ran. 


I don’t know how to meet what my society expects

which is so very little- 

closer to the ideal, closer to being a wreck-

my body feels boundless but my spirit, brittle.


I encapsulate so much desire- 

the cup spilleth over. 

I want to throw it all in fanned fire 

but I still hold on to these asinine three leaved clovers. 


and yet today is a day of celebration, 

a subdued orgy of potential. 

me and my generation- nation’s creation

as proud roosters parading, deeply inessential


and yet I am a man. 

my form and function, status and society say so

It is a deeply comforting lie- “did as I can”

and yet what joy to feel life’s flow. 


walk through the door- 

don’t grimace, you can’t return, anymore. 

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