Keely MacCulloch: Lunch Can be Tedious

The very idea

Of using the ink from a broken pen

To trace out the smeary duties

Of a university student

On the back of a textbook...

I see you have defiled

Yet more of the library’s property,

As we sit crammed in the staircase

One by one by one.

And you’re wearing those fake glasses

Without the glass, because it’s cool,

And telling me made-up preachings

Of how to live my life,

Take your grilled cheese please

Don’t spill on my shoes

Or my notes for this midterm paper.

Let me turn you over to my good friend R,

Who, indeed,

Will give you sage advice

That surely you need:

“Homie, bitches love a nigga

with a sensitive side”.

And, verily,

My good friend S will add

“He speaks the truth”,

For emphasis.

Tell me, where is my yogurt

I think I dropped it

And miraculously

It landed in your

...Stomach?

These stairs are too crowded

For the likes of us,

And this mess

Of ink and cheese

—And yogurt...

And awkward text messages

Leaves us with the utter inability

To properly get up

And say—finally—

goodbye.