Rewaseg

 
 
 
  
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
 

 

I'm
actually
okay I
think

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

broke away, fell away,
drifted apart.

whatever we had last may
sits in the dark

of my memory.

nutmeg, palo alto
sifts through the air.

I don’t wallow,

I swallow the nothing.
no despair.

there’s no sadness, no crying,

I don’t miss you at all.

If my body is lying

and I crumple in fall,

there’s still no denying

I wanted this so bad

to sit in the dark of the memories we had.

an old spark’s the enemy,
there’s still no denying—
perhaps in the future,

but for now, I’m not crying.

 

CJ Sommerfeld
Staff Writer

 

The Swamps of Sadness over there
like the cave that December brings
where Artax succumbed to despair
and Atreyu was saved with wings

but they told us to get a degree

to stay inside and up all night

to not go out for a spree

of drinking and drugs and talking
despite

we've been inside and up all night

they told us to follow the pyramid

that’s constantly shape-shifting what a guide
norms that inhibited

anything but those Swamps

in the story that never ends

another voice that prompts
malfunctioning trends

 

 

   
  

 

Photo by CJ Sommerfeld