this is college

Melted sweet tooth items litter the checkered floor

pass me the spoon?

We pick up books that paint just a few strokes of many beautifully agonizing lives.

Or agonizingly beautiful?

Locking eyes, we break away from the words

that hold such power outside four walls.

honoring, fearing, understanding, existing: these are parts of us all.

My hand absent mindedly reaches for more,

and a popcorn falls in my lap.

This is college.