Dorm Room Pop

By Alvaro Marin Mondragon

We’ve only just met
But won’t you come over?
I’m all alone.

Makeshift snow boots
Slide me down O-Hill
I pass by a skunk.

I see the bus stalling
Offering mercy
I’ve started to run.

Masterful gliding
Carries me down there
I step on the bus.

An hour of riding
Curiously watching
New English life.

The B-43
Lands at my stop
An all-girls school.

Parading through campus
I’m an anomaly
A cute little bird.

Finally made it
I yell at your window
You peek at the cold.

Your pretty young face
Descends down the staircase
You open the door.

We lay on your twin bed
Facing each other
Facing a spliff.

Slow bedroom pop
Plays in the background
Carries the mood.

There’s probably homework
We should be doing
But who gives a fuck.

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