The Day I Receive My Ph.D.
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I’ll head out into the streets to hand out
My dissertation abstract like discount-hotel flyers.
For Christmas I’ll send copies of my diploma to my aunts in Florida as a token of affection.
Maybe I’ll stroll down into city hall and quiz the barber
On the mysteries of Minkowskian space and the quantum dot.
I’ll call the Mayor and invite him to a glass of wine to discuss
The staggering implications of my spectral discoveries
While in the distance prepubescent goats cavort in the everglades under the sun.
I think I’ll fly to the Pacific to wrap little baby whales with my Ph.D.
And proclaim to all my fellow sufferers, “By the power vested in me
By the Great Universities of the West and the East, I celebrate
All our great sins and harbor in my heart all our small-limbed affections.”
I’ll wear a flowing toga and carry a scepter made of green tuft.
Searching for the meaning of life, a monk will find it in a footnote
On page 873 of an unpublished treatise found after my death
Inside my medicine cabinet, beside the oatmeal cookies.
In crowds I’ll secretly laugh to myself, having just
Mapped out Lacan’s topology in my mind.
I’ll talk a little Latin or Celtic to women,
And their bras will unhook themselves,
Welcoming me into the warmth of their fold.
I’ll trace the arc of Mercury, compute the angle
Of the zodiac from the window, and plot
The erratic flight of bees.
I’ll send off little paper airplanes
To the moon. Forge world peace. Vanish
On a long journey far up into the Himalayan mountains
To talk to the Gods. I will try to live forever,
If only for a little while.