November 4, 1987
I wish to be
white shirt a crew neck
tee and Kools rolled up the sleeve
no smoke be blown
no polluted lungs
but I would wear it
(cigarettes and all)
for the appearance
and the irony
penny loafers and argyle socks
with Kools rolled up my sleeve.
This piece marked a turn for me in my writing as I began a turn away from religious and love poetry to something different. At the time, I wasn’t sure where this would lead, but decided to open the door and walk through it. When I assembled my poetry the following year for a Christmas gift for my family, I expanded on this poem and will share those decades later. I believe this poem was written when part of the cast of West Side Story and pretending to sing. At the time, I had a mad unrequited crush on G, my junior prom date. Now, that is a story for a later date, a hysterical depiction of the best of my awkward teenage years, (in retrospect, of course. There is nothing funny about teenage years when a teenager).
This will be the penultimate post from 1987; the final poem will be included in the essay that reflects on how my writing evolved that year and will be posted independently following.
Over the next few weeks I will be spending time with my 16-17 year old self from 1987. In no particular order, these poems will be presented in the final form I found them on computer discs discovered in an attic many years ago. This will culminate in the next entry of my Into My Own, My Story as a Writer series found here: