elementia
room 502
By Amanda PendleyIf time could be measured in words
I would handwrite novels until my knuckles bled
Analyze every single piece written by Steven King twice
Type poems so complex so that the meaning gets lost
Construct every screenplay to give you the ending you deserve
ambition, love, ambition
By Samiya RasheedHours are not spent well in lethargy
nor in deep-seated exhaustion
Hours are rarely spent
more – lost
Sei la mia vita
By Abigail CottinghamThe boy from the apartment below yours writes you letters about the birds and calls you a sunset.
“Tu sei il sole del mio giorno.” You are the sunshine of my day.
Hourglass
By Elizabeth JosephI break down in the supermarket grocery aisles
because I only have five minutes to make the choice
between a variety of granola bars.