Portrait of a Student as a Young Man

Maybe I should open a coffee house,

with a Faulkner theme,

and call it “As I Lay Chai-ing,”

or sell my few meager possessions

and disappear without leaving a trace.

In any case, I couldn’t be accused

of being cowardly or unoriginal.

But as the universe remains

cold and indifferent,

I throw myself ad nauseam

into my works and required texts

so that one day,

when I look at myself in the mirror,

I will gaze upon wrinkles and scars

born out of suffering and wisdom,

instead of staring into the abyss

of boredom and disappointment.