The Sorbonne Student

How I came to love you?

A conservateur

stuck-up arrogant silly

Unbearable young wind-head

with your theory books that led

To divagations that nobody cares

Smashed in your armpit

With a golden page marker stuck in

the middle of the introduction

And the title facing up

So every passing person

Can see how smart you are

With your boring perfect conduct

And your lovely sad eyes

I want to wake the devil in you

For I know you’re there, bonhomme

I want you to breath

The cigarette smoke

From my mouth

passing from my lungs to yours

I want you to wear my Ray Ban sunglasses

And see the world through dark lenses

While chewing a bubblegum

I want to mess up your entire schedule

From March to February

And make a crack in your Min Dynasty

grand grand grand parents’ vase

I want to suck you in the male’s bathroom

And deliver this confused student

messy hair abruptly in front of your last

Advanced Family Law II class

I want to be you for a day

And then say kissing your hand

There’s more to life than books

You know, but not much more

I want you to listen to rock and roll

And I want to see your walk in heels

on the Mongolian cashmere rug of your room saying drunk “fuck you”

I want you to live like me tonight

And still love me the next day

As you and I are.