Sunday Poem
Talia Ivry
Some Sundays slog by alongside
the road, clogged up with dread.
So dreadfully commonplace, that they leave
the same bitter ache in your teeth,
in your jaw
as grinds your car to a halt, stop
among the sitting people, not touching,
waiting
for Monday.
the road, clogged up with dread.
So dreadfully commonplace, that they leave
the same bitter ache in your teeth,
in your jaw
as grinds your car to a halt, stop
among the sitting people, not touching,
waiting
for Monday.
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Talia is a religious studies major at Pomona College. She enjoys creative writing as a form of procrastination and thinks everyone should keep a dream journal (probably in their iPhone notes app). (Pomona College '21)
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