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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