he asked his professor
the one who speaks 4 languages
two of which so ancient their dead except for a few scholars
"im on vacation...give me a book that will teach me to be patient with women"

"I dont know of any such book"

sigh

the student knows literature isnt good for this
nothing ever turns out good for the person shot with the arrow

he wonders
if she is angry
angry at taiwan
for making her leave
had he left in the middle of the night
she wouldnt have obsessed over him
she would have conquered
she needs to conquere and
say fuck you to an island
that tried to can her
something was taken from her
and she wants it back
she wants the last laugh at a island that
tried to can her into power point presentations
and web camera lifelessness
she wants to fall in love
and she thinks this is complete bullocks
and he smiles
and he wonders
what fresh hell is this?

maybe she has friends for him
maybe she doesnt
she just texted
"holding up?"
what fresh hell is this?
he call her and she has the stomach flu from staying up
last night writing poetry until 4 in the morning
another night
another morning
he loves her and this is all making it only more so
because she is nothing but a friend
when there is talk of a great return
on motorcycles and well scenic paradises of ocean
there is talk of mexico
a new tattoo
or maybe just have the mother on your arm renewed
have the reds more red
have the purple bleeding heart be heart
be bleeding
be the best part of your soul to her
give her honesty and truth
in sea of daggers laced in blood orange sweetness
obscurity
be the best part to her
when she needs you
and have the patience to let her know
when that it is
you have just finished saying
what your professor never could
he never knew this