There is an insect on my toe
And I need me a nostalgia repellent.
Pst pst are you listening?
If you say “nothing is permanent,”
I will tell you how I over-water my plant,
In the name of OCD,
Just to call my love evergreen.
I am not supposed to stare every morning,
At those impressions on my bed sheet,
Figuring out if they’re actually mine.
I am not supposed to have this surgery everyday, without a numbing agent.
I shouted in my sleep “black is my favorite color!”
And my mother told me it’s just a phase.
Only if she noticed before,
That my love was always an unmarked grave
And that black is the new green.
Prithika Acharya is a first year student from India. She loves the moon more than the ocean. She draws (not just attention), paints, writes, and reads a lot.