Humanities 133

i’m reading a collection of poems titled ‘the perfect darwin lizard’ by john tyson

as the vietnamese-american writer reads from his memoir to a class in an auditorium at the university my girlfriend is at a conference in chicago over the phone she complains about the 32-degree weather and it being seven bucks for a pack of cigarettes

the bean salad i just had was good and the flavor of balsamic vinegar is still in my mouth

there was a young feminine boy sitting next to me on the streetcar yesterday he gave me his eyes for a moment i saw god felt god in his eyes for a moment

i think about whitman in manhattan and john tyson in the clink for something “serious”

like his poems


--jonathan hayes