surprise
at the resurrection of primary school drama
of how few hours i have in a day
at the oceans of text messages my social life floats on
the food
is not the reason i came here luckily
of my professor's encouraging smile when i am discussing modern native american literature is delicious
in my room molds too quickly
agony,
the ripping sound of my umbilical cord makes when i have to hang up with my mother
when i have to leave the womb of my bed at eight am
the shuddering fetus i become when i am alone and afraid
disgust
at the stale stench of blood in the bathroom when twenty girls menstruate at once
at the ten pounds i have gained since coming here
at my lack of motivation to research campaign finance laws
excitement
when i first saw my name black and white under a word that read CAST
when i wrote furiously in my notebook about poetry and prose
when i saw a community forming out of the brick walls
Author notes
the title is too cute.
i might have to change it.
look at you, writing more than once a month. HEY!
oh, say what you mean
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This is great. I really, really felt this coming from you. I dunno it just feels genuine and personal but universal enough so that I can relate to it (really anyone going through college), but here were my favorite parts:
"when i have to leave the womb of my bed at eight am
the shuddering fetus i become when i am alone and afraid"
I think no freshman anticipate how hard 8am classes are to get up for- I stopped sleeping during the night for months during mine- the bed really does just beckon you back like your metaphor here describes.
"of my professor's encouraging smile when i am discussing modern native american literature is delicious
in my room molds too quickly"
I am a nerd and so I think professors are the greatest, and those good feelings that come from getting encouragement really do sort of fade back in the dorms. That was how I read it at least, and within that context, you should really reflect on which places around campus you feel positive things coming in and which places corrode those. It seems simple and obvious but it really does get all too easy to fall into weird, emotional traps.
Heh. I wrote a lot. You are great at writing poems that elicit brainnn roarrrr.
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i miss you.
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YAY i like this one a LOT. i agree that the title is a little too cute. lots of potential here!
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