Every hair, every button, every accessory
in place. How gauche, how wearying for her,
my undergrad energy:
eyes bright, laughs staccato from lack of sleep,
thoughts falling from my mouth in currents.
She looked at me as she mentioned
oh so pointedly
the woman who finished her -the Prof's- thoughts
Her eyes sneered at my heft.
How long it took me to understand
how much she hated
everything I was.