It’s Valentine’s Day, which, for an occasion that barely constitutes as a holiday, seems to receive more polarizing press than it deserves. I guess it’s because, with its flow of reminders that you either are or are not in a fulfilling relationship, people find themselves lumped into some box or other and naturally become intensely…
You asked me once why only lovers kiss—
And turned to me with something in your eye;
I pulled away, but now I reminisce
And wonder if I’d like it if you’d tried.
For years, he’s lived on campus though he’s not
Affiliated there in any way– it leads out
To the corner of the junction to the lot
Where bikers park and lovers whisper to the river
That they’ll stay.
Boobs are one of those things that get weirder the longer you think about them– they’re fun blobs of fat that happen to produce infant nutrients when needed. They’re also one of cancer’s favorite playgrounds. The statistics are widespread– one in twelve American women will develop invasive breast cancer within her lifetime; breast cancer death…
At twenty, my grandfather tried a cigarette,
Twirling it between his fingers, watching it
Paint its temporary dance.
The time has passed so quickly yet not at all. That’s how semesters go, as birds soaring past the sun, as feathers dragging in the wind. You have flinched during thunderstorms, studied for essays, sweated gallons from your upper lip alone. Intimidated, you still haven’t tried to use any clause-final discourse particles— you’d feel silly,…
To think there was a time in which I knew
I felt this way, a rush too lonesome for
The joyous pain that they all seem to sell,
A constant doubt that it was real, a flame,