SOME POEMS

KEV WANG - Writer, 2nd Year, Electrical Engineering & Computer Sciences

"what's your favorite font?"

quarantined

you and i gazing

at stars beyond our windows

alone, together.

doug

doug is my wug

he’s as cute as a pug

his hug is so snug

and he sees when i fug

but i don’t mind cuz he’s doug

oh doug my beloved

konshuu writer

There once was a konshu writer

His deadlines only got tighter

As the poems completed,

The more lines he deleted

And his page became whiter

and

whiter

6th mensiversary

Halfway across the country, but half my mind stays behind

Because one over two is like me without you.

I guess that’s why they call it the midwest.

We both have pasts to

Accept, but now it’s half past two

Because you’re just too sweet

And I hope I can be

Half the person you see

In me

Baby.

On behalf of my heart, I hope we never part.

You’re the center-piece of my art.

Happy half-anniversary.

Chicago thunderstorms

In Chicago, the thunderstorms fart.

And while they also do shit and piss

With the vigor and vibrance of a voracious volcano,

All that shit/pee is flushed swiftly out the city.

The fart, though, lingers long after the storm departs.

Seeping silently into the rooftops, the streets, the alleys, the subways.

It is odorless, or slightly sweet,

But to stand it is a mighty feat.

Although invisible, it’s not discrete.

In Chicago, these thunderstorms fart heat.