Verses for a dearly resigned IC prez
I had a dream of Ithaca in bloom
your words and my lips
“step down on me Tom Rochon”
Your hair, skin
is fairest I can find
I dream of a kick-off event for you
I thirst for you savagely
They say you’re not a man of action
But my legs are open to your dialogue
Wanna ride you like a glass elevator.
Even when it’s covered your white privilege.
No floor is too sticky to hold back our love.
Please help me fix my email
I just want our orgs to sync
I think sometimes I can hold my feelings back
Held down under lock and key
And the names I call you
Behind your back
These Feelings Aren’t Real
Matt Nitzberg is a third-year sociology major who equally laments and celebrates the recent absence of their muse. You can email them at firstname.lastname@example.org.