Grad Ball '23

Untitled Poem No. 11

By James M.B

Where someone says As Darwish had prayed, You became like the coffee, Where you awake me, The bittersweet créma, in front of me, Deliciousness, just by smelling it, the shallow cup, where stains were left. A bitter aftertaste yet it was so addicting. You yourself. What a mess. Anyways, it left a stain, the small old wooden table, unconquered and pain. Cover it with a coaster, as fast. Aghast! Don’t let it slip away.

WED - NES - DAY

Today I woke up to a sore head I stagger out of bed I wish I could be Wed Nes Day Because then I could wear pink And I wouldn’t be on the brink Of crying into the sink, Every day that is not Wed Nes Day