By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
clear binaries don’t exist in my world
I take my beliefs headfirst with fists curled.
slap bass, bad at math, not all that I lack
sinning girl with curls cause I am loving
my boy. what to do when all you’re doing
is jacking the kodak, picking lilacs
“would it kill you to come back and discuss,”
you both ask. “don’t want to create a fuss,”
I say, yet my torn heart will not hold back.
