Because I am feeling nostalgic

I recently paid my very first student loan out of many more to come, and as I watched my bank account whimper with that transaction, I can't help but to look back on my undergraduate days at Sarah Lawrence College. They were some of the most challenging, yet most rewarding experiences I have had to date. In tribute of that time in my life I am posting two poems I wrote my freshman year. It was the only time I dabbled in writing poetry and I think it will be my last, because I am clearly not a poet. I know I haven't really written about food yet, and I promise I will in my next post, but in honor of nostalgia here they are.

Narcissistically yours,

D.

Spiral Bound Divinity

My mother told me never look into the sun.

The afternoon I did,

Helios threw poison-tipped spears

through the pupils of my eyes.

Spirals released and attached

like the jaws of a leach breaking

pure flesh. I whisper the words it wants me to

mumble. I am just an accidental Hermes.

Homemade h-bombs drop

on my coincidental curse of the divine.

The only thing that limps away are cockroaches

with oedipal crosses branded on their wings.

Now it is just me and them

stuck in a world inside of itself.

The tread of this life is set

to the tempo of my cerebral pulse.

This stolen gift is my demise.

It claws for nourishment.

Skull swells at each jab.

I am not your keeper.

Drilling the spirals out of my brain

to show allegiance to the norm.

Salute

Tin can grin

spits empty syllables,

your misty morning dreams

swallowed me whole.

I danced.

You watched.

The stems from our palms entangled,

while we marched on the edge of the sun.

Your mistress

holds you tighter

than I ever could.

Enwraps you with

her long red locks.

I stand idly.

You made your choice,

now I have made mine.

My hero, my love,

you are now

among fish bones

washed up on the shore.

You lay comatose

with your dreams beside you,

I walk away

with no tears.

I do not waste them on the foolish.