Amaru

I wish I could brainwash myself. I wish I could drop dead. A knife up the thick blood vessels of my throat or a serrated stab through the gut down to spilling intestines. An acceptance that I can no longer breathe when submerged in the ocean’s serene deathly oscillations. Oh to have a whim to carry on only plays out into self destruction. I want to be free but I can’t pin down exactly from what,

Anyone else remember Cool Math Games?

On January 11th, 2024 a troupe thick with signs and hoodies filled the EMU green as chants for a living wage emerged from the middle of the circle and radiated to the buildings. This was the final bargaining session for the Graduate Teaching Fellows Federation’s (GTFF) rising push to an equitable compensation for their vigorous work. The EMU green was strategically chosen to be in sight of the EMU room upstairs where GTFF’s bargaining team was currently negotiating the final expressions of GTFF’s proposed contract.

Where’s your karma? I fell victim to nauseating torment Have you even had dirt under your fingernails? You dragged me halfway across the world Why have you stayed still above me? We’ve both experienced red But in such different ways Choices, choices, choices But you made the wrong ones Choices, choices, choices You penalized us with guns Choices choices choices You left us with none Choices, choices… voices Why has yours become the most rotten one