In Her Demension Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you decided to skip school where would you
Go,
Overpowered in your ideas to be alone—
Coming along into her parks and comingling with
The sunshine in the palmettos:
While everything else takes awhile to finish
Around her and so to become real:
Like the ants beneath her, these are your playgrounds
Too—and while you masturbate,
With your lips busied upon her—what is your
Thought—
What a strangeness lies between you—she will
Marry another man,
And your teachers will not pay a cent to see the dimes
Of your teenage tragedy: it will just become another
Fault beneath the mountains—luminescent—
Vulgarized by the commercials trying to sell her spirit:
Then the heavens will melt off of her,
And she will slip away like a torpid afternoon—
And you will scald your hand in her dimension,
Until it is time to come alive again.