Valerie Braylovskiy (PO '25) is a poet from San Francisco, California.
Every time I start a poem, I have an anxiety attack. Because what if God decides he is tired of funding my poetic pilgrimage and cuts me off.
“You can never write again”
I cry, my fingers paralyzed on a raw Californian morning, snow bleeds from my chalky lips.
I am writing this in a coffee shop,
drinking a cup of coffee, struggling to
begin my personal critique on our
foolish obsession with the very object
I already feel my neurons
disobeying their ruler.
They live in a drug cartel owned