WINTER26

A poem about the final semester of my undergrad

By Emily AdamsPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

I really should have more gratitude

it’s just the overwhelm and nausea

the cold

clockworks of Google Calendar—

Deus ex Discord.

and the thought-drifts of home;

not Hall.

crunchy green salads;

not mushy soup beans.

!! don’t forget about !!

~menial side quests~

I try to levitate

to a place of breathy acceptance

only to be slushed into the gutter

with the rest of the dreamers

we chant mantras in our common tongue;

only three more months

of fun

Poet, essayist, photographer, and animal rights activist. I write about ethics, parenthood, and the strange, beautiful experience of being alive.

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