April 1, 2015
I guess it’s too late to live on the farm
I guess it’s too late to move to a farm
I guess it’s too late to start farming
It’s Poetry Month and time for NAPOWRIMO—30 poems in 30 days. The warm-up prompt was to model the opening lines of Bernadette Mayer’s “Essay” so here is my version:
Essay by Alice-Catherine Jennings, PhD Wannabe, —After “Essay” by Bernadette Mayer
I guess it’s to late to study Chemistry.
I guess it’s late to get a PhD at Harvard, Stanford,
U of This or U of That and definitely not at CIT.
I guess it’s too late to study Hess’s law or Henry’s law
or energy equivalence.
I guess I won’t wear a lab coat either.
I guess I’ll never be a chemist now although
I used to work with one in Dallas.
I wish I could be like Rosalind Franklin
and discover something big like the helical structure
of DNA (well, maybe not as she died at 37).
There are doctor-poets and insurance agent-poets.
Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonoso got to be both a poet
and a chemist, but he is one of the few poet-chemists.
If I could get that PhD in Chemistry, I might….
You know what? I don’t want to be a chemist.
I want to be a ballerina.
I guess it’s too late to be a…