I Never Read Wuthering Heights

 

I NEVER READ WUTHERING HEIGHTS

Life’s too short to read Victorian novels,
To talk shop in dive bars on Princess,
Or Cass, Electric Ave, Bloor, and Broadway.
Complaining about young students,
who can’t explain
juxtaposition,
Affect,
Foucault, Heidegger, Arendt,
Or poems about cock rings.

Skinny cardigans,
Xanax nightmares in debt-ventilated apartments,
Amazon book orders for twenty dollar paperbacks,
Stacked higher than Tenured ambitions.

But I never read Wuthering Heights,
Even though Hemingway told me to,
You did,
Because you liked getting straight As.
Being told you were right,
So those cats in the campus bar would retweet you,
Like you,
Want to fuck you.

 — tphillers

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