In Orion’s belt
Stars are perfectly aligned
Mocking our talents
Written in February 2018: I imagine I was walking home from the library one night and noticed everyone’s favorite constellation, Orion, in the Williamsburg night sky. Feeling playfully frustrated with my schoolwork, I wrote this poem before falling asleep.
Stoically, smugly, sitting in The quad pretending To ignore those who pet him Only opening those sly cat eyes When his sunlight is blocked by Some good-intentioned, loving shadow Sometimes he rises an
I’m sick. Sick and tired Of being cast off, Blown off, Snubbed. I’m just as smart as he, Just as pretty as she, So can I take the lead? Please. I’m surprised I have friends at all: I see these plastic