Editor Columns

A poem: Shoulders

By ZOË MYERS, Co-Editor-in-Chief

Shoulders

Something magnificent catches my eye

Glistening in the distance

I am suddenly overwhelmed. Frozen.

It consumes me

I can no longer accumulate my thoughts.

I am fixated on them. They are beautiful, fascinating

Shoulders

I come back to my senses

How dare she expose these wicked assets

Something must be done. She must be defeated.

I cry for help

My heros dressed in vests and khakis arise in their golf carts

The defeaters of evil rush to approach the heinous offender

“excuse me miss…”

Just like that, the evil is defeated.

I regain strength and control of my mind once again

Shoulders

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