When people ask me if I’m going to college,
I say yes, but leave it at that.
I don’t want to tell them
I’m a spineless submitter
to a system of postsecondary education
that sucks and saps our wealth until we are forced
into a state of economic dependency.
I don’t want to share the secret
that for the rich it’s a means of wealth continuation
but for everyone else, it’s a means to a job that might pay off our loans
but when it doesn’t it’s a means to a bottomless pit
and we quell these qualms with bottles
and we pretend that it’s okay.
We spend so long embellishing resumes and engaging in the perfunctory...
we forget how to function, and how to get funky.
When I grow up, I want to be a mermaid.
I’ll swim the seas of suburbia,
the seas of my youth, and the seas of faraway France.
Because in a world where education is farther from priceless than I am from France,
and in an institutionalized hole that I dug myself into,
I’d rather be mythical.
At eighteen, scales seem prettier than skills.