Twelve Hours"I haven't seen my boyfriend in, like, twelve hours," laments a girl that lives down the hall. We are all sitting around the television with laptops, textbooks, snacks. "His dorm is so far away."More Like This
We put down the popcorn and keyboards.
Uneasy glances and
Empty condolences follow.
But his shoes are at her door.
But his physics homework is on her desk.
But his half-finished Red Bull is in her refrigerator.
But his sweatshirt is on her.
What an immensely
Thing to say
To two girls
Who last saw their boyfriends approximately
Two-thousand hours ago.