Literary Pixie

By Sammy Ginsberg

I thought I wanted a private liberal arts college.
I thought I wanted a nice change of scenery.
I thought I wanted a lot of things,
But today I don’t think so.

I’m kind of sick of people right now.
They write on facebook,
“I miss everyone”
But they don’t
I don’t.
I tried to hang out with these people,
These people that I missed,
And they didn’t want to hang out then.
Why does school make a difference.
Why do people not want to make the effort?

I wish I could be a country gentlelady 
In England 1853.
And everyone would come visit me.
And there would be polite balls,
And lovely morning walks,
And surprise afternoon visits.

None of this informal facebook shit.
This, I sent an email, or texted them so we’re friends.
None of this pretentious crap.  
This, I’m only friends with you because I want to use you.


I know we’re all only friends for our own personal gain,
I know that the only book anyone cares about is her own.
I know that everyone has her own world where she is the heroine. 
 But guess what. 

I’m done.