In less than 40 hours,
a sheet of pressed, dried, wooden pulp
will be one of the last remaining pieces of material evidence
that this place is a part of me.
The sheet will reveal my bachelorhood
in the art of studying society
cum laude, de Universitas Belmontiae,
in Nasburgum, Tennesia,
Civitates Foederatae Americae.
This sheet of pressed, dried, wooden pulp,
nor any other sheet,
could really convey the significance
of this place and time in my life.
As intensely nostalgic as I could get
about popcorn and cards,
Weber, Durkheim, the matrix of domination, and the sociological imagination,
Goethe, gute, und Gott,
candles, records, coffee, and guitars,
v-necks, skinny jeans, sneakers, and plaid,
I will refrain,
and not in the musical way.
But, do believe that I would do it all over again.
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