I tied my stole in a knot
to guard against the wind.
We are a sea of black,
tassel, polyester and flowers.
Impatient with the process
I write in my program.
Diploma in hand, cake waiting
for the celebration at home.
Strangely, home remains
for me my parents' house...
But I digress. It is weird,
degree achieved at the end,
I cannot acknowledge the change.
Would that I could remain
I would lay down this certificate
and try again for another,
living secretly on campus,
a legend; a phantom; vampiric
in my lust for academia.
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