Our side-by-side desks were acquainted. Sadly, we were not.
Sassy and blond, Tammy Sue was a philosophy freak.
Afforded by Macon, Georgia she idolized Julia Kristeva.
I idolized Tammy Sue.
Near the end of the semester at NYU, desperately intrepid,
I dragged my suddenly torpid legs towards Tammy Sue
and blurted out a line I had just read;
“Metaphor fashions a doorway from language, leading out”.
Tammy Sue regarded me.
Cringing, I anticipated painful rejection.
“Oh, Eric” emerged from her precious lips.
“That is so CLEVER!”
she drawled; drawing out her words to last, it seemed, forever.
“We” lasted two months; then the magic of that line wore off.
“Eric, you’re so sweet” she began.
Unhinged by the dagger in my heart,
I heard only her finale,
the Lord Tennyson classic,
“I am a part of all that I have met”;
then a kiss and goodbye;
a fitting close for philosophy class.
Whenever I repeat those words I feel her part in me.