Field Trip, Ypsi State

 

 Roy Jacobstein

 

We didn't want the middle-aged females,

their steely-stringy mental hospital hair.

We wanted our peers. Psych 402: Psycho-

 

pathology of Human Deviance.

And the woman I got didn't groove

on me, either. Was it her fault that poster

 

in the Arcade had pointed straight

at her heart, that thin man in the navy

blue coat and long white beard telling her

 

Come to New Orleans.

When I asked Why, Madge?

                        What would induce someone to fly

 

two thousand miles to a place

            she knows no one?, her Thorazine-

dulled eye fixed me like a marshmallow

 

on a charred brazier. Lord, Lord,

have you ever created a bigger dolt?

That's where the Mississippi River

flows into the Gulf of Mexico.