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