Alex Park, Managing Editor
After Kobe Bryant, Dear Basketball
From the second
I looked at my syllabi
And marked every day in my calendar,
In the Greater Bars downtown,
I knew one thing was real:
I was in denial.
A mind so burnt I gave you my all –
From my lack of sleep
To my tank that’s on E.
As a near grad,
Almost done with you,
I see the end of the tunnel.
Or is it another tunnel?
So I’m running.
I’m running all up in my fridge
After every leftover for you
You asked for the homework
Oh shoot, we had homework?
Because there was always more.
I slept through the alarm and class
Not because I don’t like you
But because I like ME better.
I did everything for ME.
Because that’s what ME, I, am going to do.
When something makes you feel as
tired and sleepy as you’ve made me feel.
You gave a senior finals on the last day
And I’ll always be kind of annoyed at it.
But I can’t be annoyed for much longer.
I have zero dollars left to give.
My hands can take the typing
Dean’s List is what I’ll find (hopefully)
But Finals is always a grind
And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to go away
So I can savor every moment I have with my bed.
The late nights.
We have given each other.
All that we have.
And we both know, no matter what I do next.
I’ll be allowed to walk my hallways with no pants.
With little time left
Four assignments that’s overdue
Five finals around the corner
Pen in my hands
Let’s see if I pass,