Poetry

An Ode to Dorm Crud

soupy nostril

DayQuil NyQuil

rinse repeat

can’t taste food with my taste

buds

health services my ass

curled up on the Houston

floor

it’s not soft

rather it is hard

can’t drink coffee or alcohol

so

what even is the point

of living

dirty tissues blanket my room

like

greenish

snow

oh god

someone get me some throat

lube

roommate hates my phlegmy

guts

The nerve!