A First Impression
When there’s nothing better to do
in computer engineering class,
we copied out of the book
(Nobody really copied out of the book.)
while our teacher went down the hall
to make an urgent phone call.
The books are shredded, liquid-stained,
with spiral binding rumpled.
I flipped idly through the pages
(We were all flipping idly through the pages.)
until I saw some pencil drawings
I was fifteen and never-been-kissed.
This was alien to me,
and the drawings weren’t even good.
But I tore out the page
(Everyone else started tearing out pages, too.)
to keep as my