Anika Buch
Oh this jaundiced box I sit in How sunny it was And now I sit, curled in the corner Staring upward And feeling the room Fence me in. I would wake up every morning and Sigh At its brightness Its jaune rays evacuating the crystal sky And entering my window Feeling its feverish optimism pressure me Into somehow feeling the same But now I sit in this jaundiced box Of four walls A bed A mirror And I think of my days In this sunny room With some sense of missing the person I used to be.
Anika Buch is a senior at MBS