WE’RE NOT GOING TO COMPOST

By Leila Skinner

Compost makes me angry.

I don’t get mad at the full dishwasher No hard feelings to the dirty bathtub.

But yesterday, I thrust my hand into the Bin full of banana peels and co ee grounds And pulled out a sun-kissed, juicy yellow pepper.

Rinsed it o , sliced it up, and had the in, golden bangles for lunch. As the spice warmed my lips, I thought, Each day we’re moving closer to death.

I’m not worried about our death But the death of the world around us. It’s not going to be us slowly composting, ere will be no new life.

It’s going to be our forests on re. Our oceans rising up, swallowing us whole. Toxic rain falling from the sky, poisoning our rivers, Droughts scalding us dry.

But I don’t get angry at the res or the oceans. I just get angry at the compost.

Look up “Tufts Eco Map” for resources on where to compost around Tufts campus.