DESTITUTE+OPULENT

Update: Last paper I care about

I’m done.

I’m a little sad.

#seniorrealizations

Thoughts on the paper I am currently writing

The paper I am currently working on is the last paper that I will care about during my college career. I have been tweaking and editing this paper, stripping it to the bone, trying to perfectly convey just what I mean.
It is hard to say just what I mean. 

I am afraid…

…that there is not enough coffee in the world to help me get through this week.

I’m not sure if I like this yet. So, I might take it down fairly quickly if I feel I look moronic.

Spare Key

We are running on schedule
Like the 6:33 peak train
That glides along the river
Forcing tentative toddlers to swim.

Your skin is a million rejected constellations.
“Maybe if you were taller…” I shouted down,
“Your nose could be Orion’s slacks!”

I followed the Earth’s curve to Palestine.
I’m not sure what I expected,
But I was overdressed.

I told my grandmother, “You shouldn’t’ve lingered in the tub.”
I’ve overrun the bath before.
The downstairs lights cried gallons of soapy tears.
I haven’t taken a bath since.

In your car, you will glance to the side of the road
And I will be the kudzu vines
Suffocating your thoughts.

I slept in a tent on the ocean’s floor
And dreamt about a sandless desert.
When I woke up,
My dad had already carried me back to bed.
“The desert is a giant sugar bowl.”
I heralded,
“The ocean is dry.”

Would you forgive me if I overdrew your bath
And water splashed against our windows?
When it drained we would stand
In soggy shirtsleeves,
Pruned, but not from the sun.

Without my glasses, I am
A blind alcoholic.
With my glasses, I am
An alcoholic seer.

My dad woke me up to bring me a glass of water. 
He thought I said I was thirsty.

I am closing my eyes and counting to a million

I don’t think that’s going to help.