o when you were young   did you enjoy    taking the trolley every day to the private school?   o where the air hangs heavy   with the vague smell of ingratitude      o when you came back   how did you know that i had replaced you   as the kid called on by others to be a humiliated fool?   daring me to swim the levy    with a face full of vodka, too      everyone says you are the king of the swish and it's cool, yeah, it's cool   when you came back there was a sign on your locker:   you're the "biggest mary in the entire school."      down the bright orange hall   by the language lab   sneaking a nap in the back of some old, deserted church pew   hiding from your peers and teachers   just waiting for your ticket to come through   you want to run off to paris and live like rimbaud   in a commune   anything, really, to take you away   from the table-waiting fate that awaits you, too      everyone says you are the king of the swish and it's cool, yeah, it's cool   when you came back there was a sign on your locker:   you're the "biggest mary in the entire school."