Grad Year

What do I say? – Brendan Hoag

What do I say?

In a world that’s gone digital, Where even communication isn’t physical, When all the letters appear on my display, I must ask myself, what do I say?

Do I type in all lowercase To attempt to sound like I’m in a casual headspace? And how can I convey tone, When I’m typing on my iPhone?

All of my conversations feel so dispensable But I at least want them to be comprehensible. So while we’re all stuck inside, wasting away I must ask myself, what do I say?

By texting someone am I imposing on them A set of responsibilities from which more headaches will stem? And should I feel guilty just for asking How someone is doing, given all the masking?

Or am I just overthinking While my cursor stares back at me, blinking. And this isn’t something that should cause me dismay, While I finally figure out, what do I say?

Tempest – Anonymous

Droplets race down the window panes, Like a disappointed child’s tears of pain, For he has been promised an entire bag of sweet lollipops, Only to have it snatched from his hands and replaced with a singular gumdrop.

We wear rain boots and use umbrellas to stay dry, But it’s futile to try, Because the moisture still finds a way To chill us to the bone anyway.

Everyone hunkers down inside, Eyes glued to the window, petrified. Their mind runs rampant, And they regret taking those sunny days for granted.