PARTIES DIDN’T INTEREST ME
In boarding school
—no not one of those, it was
a boys Catholic one—
I used to write letters.
I had a girlfriend
back home.
The other boarders would go
to day-students’ parties
on Saturday night
or to mixers with Catholic girls schools.
I didn’t go. My roommate always went.
I stayed in by myself
and listened to records or
the radio
or read or
wrote at my desk.
The lamp on the desk
was very bright. Too bright.
I can still see how it made things look.
My hand on a magazine,
or holding a pen,
or a cigarette.
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