Summer’s End

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor

I’m so bored

I’d say break up with your boyfriend but I really

don’t care. I stare

at my phone. I talk to people

who say they like me

but I don’t care. The same day

over and over and over;

It’s not bad,

it’s not good.

I wish to grow older

so something—anything

AT ALL

would change. Not this same old day

wasting away in pain.