hey girlboys and boygirls!
after a long summer, we are back to campus, freshly tanned and lotioned. the baby is coming! gird your loins and paint the baby room yellow! as a organization/corporation/ imagination, we have SO MANY epic events planned for this term. Watch out for the workshop, a Cave event, and yes, yes the rumors are true . . . ANOTHER STICKER DROP. keep us in your hearts and and our minds as we weather this autumnal storm. now open wide. we are checking if you have cavities!
smooches, sofia “i am using gcal now and still miss meetings” durdag adiana “responsible jaywalker” contreras lily “lilerally awesome” akre olivia “hand full of whipped cream cheese” ho
contributors
editors: adiana conteras, sofia durdag, lily akre, olivia ho, miah francis, ava blaufuss, luke hargrave, rimona zhang, eliza farley, nicky piercerandolf, rachel bond, chloe brennan, sunniva maharjan, jordyn richter, jimena oliva, max votruba, john yu
contributors: ava blaufuss, miah francis, nicky pierce-randolf, billy bratton, stewie goon, aidan johnson, elsa snowbeck, sofia durdag, olivia ho, noel wang, max votruba, julianna baldo, luke hargrave, ben mazor, zoe cheng pinto
summer.docx by sofia durdag
june
I call my mother on the phone. She might hear me crying into the heels of my palms.
Little bugs, red as hard cinnamon candy, crawl up my arms.
The sky is mottled and familiar, a sweaty, slept-in sheet.
july
The Fourth of July is a very long month.
I sit with my toes in river water, cold and churning from the mountains.
Stop therapizing me! I keep saying it, over and over.
august
My sister says, let me baptize you, both of us rib deep in ocean water. The sea spills out into the bay.
An ancient oath, a primal kind, dip my tangled hair under the waves, laughing. Tides kiss the narrow, rocky beach.
If it means anything, it does not change what is already true.
A Big Fish
the sole of one foot cut on some muted sharplike shell tumbling in the surf watch for the big fish he jumped two feet shouted against the waves above the thrum which is not* a roar oh yeah? watch he might go again
blood beads in the sand freckles needlelike against the skin upon feeling I prick subversive and entire the sand in my skin dandruff on my t-shirt sleeves water in the ear and nose all slow and dark under there, loud *never was
