Avoiding 18 Year Olds

I cross the street when I see a college student.

I have a hard time with youth,

even though I still have one hand caught

in their experiences. In cafes, on the bus,

I carry earplugs. Their dreams,

their talk about first entering work

make static in my chest. There is

not enough room for their disappointments

or their enthusiasms in my many-self

I have grown within me.