"I've been to the zoo."

This is my "Prepare to be whipped, English midterm paper!" face.

I'd say Edward Albee ain't got nothin' on me, especially since it rhymes so nicely, but he's a brilliant playwright and I'm even more enamored with The Zoo Story than I was with Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. (Is that even possible?) I suppose, then, that I will merely say I hope that my analysis does his work even the smallest bit of justice.

But actually.

Chorus:

"    O the generations of men
the dying generations - adding the total
of all your lives I find they come to nothing...
                   does there exist, is there a man on earth
who seizes more joy than just a dream, a vision?
And the vision no sooner dawns than dies
blazing into oblivion."

-excerpt, Oedipus the King
SOPHOCLES

Little One

This is only to say that I
apologize
whole heartedly
for my earlier
)indiscretion(
and furthermore
request the presence of
the soft
palms
and smooth
skin
of your hands  
                        [within] 
        my own.


Do pardon my
forwardness,
but subtleties evade me
and
I cannot (contain)
my innate
desire
to align   
  myself
once more
with  
                        you.