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 Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, and SCR & Staff. Current Executive Editors: Tom Davy, Joanna Engle and Chris Hill

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