You never forget
how to be from Massachusetts when you're from Massachusetts.
As one from Massachusetts, born and raised and educated not all that far away from the very school that published this poem, I find so much to praise in it. This is a mature poem for such a young writer; yet it is full of imagery and allusion that only a native of the Commonwealth can fully grasp. I would imagine that Noah's journey around North America has served to strengthen the bond with home, and I sense in this poem his relief to have returned. I know exactly how he feels. 'In truth Massachusetts is not Taxachusetts, not full of Massholes.' Indeed.
Bravo, Noah. Save this poem, and place the magazine in which is printed into your college application file.