(a ghazal)
He pours the rum in my coke, just do it.
They set up the pong table, just do it.
She brings me outside, sits me on the steps,
a lighter in her hand, a pack of cigs, just do it.
He corners me in the apartment, towering
over my petite frame, locking me in, just do it.
Let's take an adventure, they said, going to the river
leaning over the edge of the bridge rail, just do it.
The professors never know, she said,
scribbling answers in ink on my arm, just do it.
Don't listen to them, Kaitlyn, they know nothing.
At no time in life do you have to just do it.
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