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In lieu of the upcoming Anna Sonder Prize of the Academy of American Poets going on at my school, with a cash prize of one-hundred dollars awarded to the best piece of prose written by a student in the competition - I have tried my hand once again at poetry. Not because I am especially skilled at being “lyrical,” or “poetic,” or excited at sitting in silent musings as I dream of ethereal plains; none of that crap. Mostly, I submit my poems because I’m a greedy, lecherous college student, only in it for the money.
But this year, because I have had the grateful experience of speaking to many aloof people, mostly college students, friends, who have looked beyond the veil so to speak, and dipped their thoughts a little past the surface of “what all this really means?” I am lucky enough to try and formulate their thoughts into a poem I think is deserving a quick look at. I Also have an astronomical amount of parking fees owed to the town of Oneonta, and little to no money to pay for it. This year I’m really pulling to win.
All jokes aside, this poem is dedicated especially to Dylan Nord and to any intellectual and analytical conversation I’ve ever had or will have with good friends over a drink, in this country and abroad, in this world or the next…
