Eggplant

milk & hogan

Carolyn Ahern ‘20

Has Taken Two Poetry Classes


she was

chicken parm night

but he

went to lower.


you make

my heart

burn hotter

than an easy street dorm

in august.


i loved you

from afar

across the classroom

of intro to philosophy

until you said

those four unforgivable words:

“to play devil’s advocate…”

….

just like that

he was gone…

like non-major bio

on enrollment day.


when he decided we were over

i was tossed aside

like the half of the student body

who will be forced to live

in the edge

at union station.


when he left

i became

like a loyola treadmill.

broken.

pathetic.

unfixable.

This article appeared in the annual satire edition of the Spire.

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