Yellow Wallpapers

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