Max Planchon, C’21
i can’t watch the news
it hurts more than it needs to
i turn and drop the coffee pot
i feel it burn my feet
i slip on glass and become part of the floor
hot coffee seeping
into crevices
deeper than i knew were there
a grid made of mortar holds me together
sopping wet like the mop
not fine enough
enough to seep
into each crevice
and pull
the coffee from me
Generation 