Poem of the Week
By Claire Becker, Nathan Fisher and Jared O. Maliga

War, queers, breasts, lips.

You're so sanitary, Jane,
with your automatic icicles
and your psychological pig tales.

Jane, who ARe your copy editors?!

Your Chemistry quizzes aren't in your backpack;
so help us shake the feeling, Baby
that you haven't been entirely honest with us.

now,

we can't even sleep with the windows open:
like your booksmart anesthetics, war.