Bette Vajda ‘19, Refection

Death is

walking around your house closing every window turning off the air conditioning It’s trying not to sleep on a subway if it’s you and a man and you know if your eyes close he’ll put his fngers on your knee then your thigh and then upwards death is unfastening a seatbelt, getting out of the car. Death is breaking the surface Of air and breathing water. It is fnishing the end of the beginning of a book Or singing a song in reverse.

—Bette Vajda ‘19