The Last Exit on Brooklyn

5201 University Way NE
January 2, 1996

Where Fuck expresses all feelings.
Where I pay more for decaf.
Where single shot lattes are very tall.
Where I'm reminded more of Ann Arbor than New York.
Where existential, transcendental, metaphysical, astrological, atheist philosophers

outnumber East Coast poets
who don't miss 600 students per class
who don't miss exams
who don't miss dorm food, student loans,
and Faulkner's complete works,
but who do miss a place like this.