Rebecca Allen ’25
Staff Writer
Every night
I have a different nightmare.
In the morning,
Doves call and
Lawnmowers hum.
I’m alone again
And it feels
Like going backwards.
In the afternoon,
I walk fast and
Listen to my music,
A riot grrrl,
Staring down everyone,
On a mission
To race the sun.
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