This is my not-quite love poem for the sometimes myopic world of academia, my farewell to the Ivory Tower.
Feed me with your words of praise,
your checks, your stars, your penned in As,
and I will gobble down your prose,
gorge myself upon the rows
of letters, yet imagine
my soul to be of greater weight
than all these reams, this feast I ate,
and pray that my heart does not shrink,
that in my veins flows
blood, not ink.
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