my poems may upset pseudo-girlfriends
and faculty members with time on their hands
but really, darlings, give me a chance
i have much more than bad poems to offer

i cook on the weekends, i photograph nature
i run when the sun is engulfed by the clouds
i smile when my brain is full of fears and doubts
and i'll fight for an idea, even if it's wrong

i'll send you a postcard when i'm in a far-away country
when the last thing (you'd think) on my mind would be you
but that's when you'll discover, if you wait and pull through
that i may be alright, despite all these poems