Duality of Years
by Jacob Rapucci '19
This year was the worst.
Yes, this year was the worst.
This year was the best.
Yes, this year was the best.
Best and worst
There will always be pain with joy
And sometimes crying leads to laughter
So stand strong
Your lows will turn into highs
Don't let the years’ duality destroy you
Lost and Found, Maybe
by Lauren Mesley, '18
This goes out to all the missing and stolen wallets of the world.
To that ten dollar bill that grew legs
and pranced off into an alternate dimension.
To the pennies that were thrown on the ground
by people who thought they were worthless.
This goes out to the one-hundred dollar bill
and the car keys
that were left in a bottomless coat pocket,
and to the despicable co-worker who took the coat
thinkin’ it was theirs.
This goes out to the smartphones,
and prescription glasses,
and expensive cameras,
that have a nice studio apartment
in the bottom of the ocean.
This goes out to all the laptops
that’ve had the blissful taste of coffee
spilled all over their hard drive,
and to all the mornings that have malfunctioned because of it.
This goes out to all the single missing diamond earrings,
and all the engagement rings
that have taken a train through the entire digestive system
of a dog.
This goes out to all that food that had to be thrown away
due to a power outage.
To all the clean water that goes down the drain
when the faucet can’t stop crying
because no one cared enough to turn it off all the way.
To all the bottles that never get recycled,
and all the gym memberships
that sit lazily in between the couch cushions
and snack on potato chips.
This goes out to all the words
anyone has ever spoken to themselves.
All the fingernails that’ve ever been bitten,
All the pens that’ve been absentmindedly clicked,
All the knuckles that’ve been cracked,
All the conversations that were never listened to,
All the hair elastics that have ever been “borrowed”
and then joined that ten dollar bill in the alternate dimension.
This goes out to all the promises that have ever been broken.
All the hopes that have ever been crushed,
All the rumors that have ever been spread,
All the secrets that have ever been shared,
All the lies that have ever been told,
and all the sentences that never got finished
because the composer was so lovestruck.
This goes out to all the cracked pavement,
and toppled skyscrapers,
and fractured bones,
and broken hearts,
and cancerous lungs,
and all the nicks
anyone has ever had the displeasure of receiving
while they were trying to shave.
Humans are not perfect.
We put the ‘I’ in mistake
and in accident,
but, that doesn’t make us either of those things.
Maybe we were put on this world to help each other.
Maybe that wallet I lost
was found by a good person
who took the fifteen bucks,
cut up my debit card,
laughed at the photo on my school id,
and went on their merry way.
Or maybe it’s camped out in the space
between my bedframe and the wall, waiting to be found.
Or maybe it never will be found. Maybe it doesn’t want to be.