Harvard T-Shirt

I’ll sit there in his office
for my review, he’ll open
the manilla folder and gaze
at it, look at me over his glasses
as if he has some kind of power.

Then he'll notice my Harvard T-shirt

and his lower lip will sag, spittle

dripping down onto his dockers

and blue striped shirt, his employee

badge soon covered with half

digested Marie Callender pasta.

I'll just lean back in my slightly

stained blue jeans and smile.