twenty-eight point three

by Jennifer Potter

Clutching at cold tea,
Recalling regurgitated emotion.
A toast to our former selves,
Sipping to transfer sentiment,
Ease past pain.

Each taste transporting to a coffee shop
Artificially lit: maroon and sawdust and stilted conversation
With a cup cradled in my hands like a shield,
Anticipating effort echoing in emptiness.

Every swallow swills around the mouth:
Careful reminiscence of a pivotal dependence,
A visceral commemoration of spring.

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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