Editor’s Note: Introspective Ramblings is Amherst Wire’s poetry column, dedicated to showcasing student’s creative work.
Temp girl, college girl
COVID, COVID, COVID
What you’ve done to me I can’t comprehend
And now I have a job because of you, the temperature girl, the bracelet girl
And how could I complain? I sit in my palace
And I’m alone most of the day.
The temp girl, the college girl
I should be thankful to be here, do homework, get paid
But I can’t concentrate.
And you, you, you
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Your arm over my shoulder, you’re standing here by choice
It’s even the damn pitch of your voice.
The right and the wrong
It’s the politics of it all
The world is burning
I’m stuck on you-
I should be doing school, I should be working too.
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