Date of Award

Spring 2008

Document Type



"If You Were Mine ... "

Billie Holiday sings sweetly from the short square radio perched at the comer of my sand-colored desk. I listen to her and stare out the window at treetops and sunlight.

If you were mine ... I'd take you home with me on breaks and show you off: my trophy-boyfriend. He's an English major, I'd say. Give him a poem to analyze. He's incredible.

You are incredible, right? You look it.