You fuck through the anger
because otherwise there is no
fucking, let alone loving,
Jessica, and I believe this
isn’t what you came to college
to learn, your dorm decorated
in the teddy bears and posters
and dreams of you beautifully
white and frilly and loved
forever, as soon as possible,
at least once you get through
my required course oh Jessica,
you are sweeter than you’ll
ever be today in the corset
you’ve been laced in for class
and I’d never tell you any of this
because you have stepped away
into Friday night breathlessness
and the line of your brow breaks
just where it should, evenly
and flat, like a place to lie down.