Poetry: Stuck

by: Nick Keenan 

Today was full of nothing.
The first waking moment.
Cold tea. Bread stale, like
lost patience.

Today was not only
lacking in magnificence
but in warmth
and motion.

At seven o’clock,
on the train
the same people sat
in rows two by two.

Talk was about the weather,
the hated winter in Chicago.
Every day
the same.

Following, a white-glazed,
building. An ad read:
Thank You For Being You.
Big and bold.

the intersection of Jarvis to Sherwin.
The broken stoplight flashes red.
And beneath worn shoes:
This. Now. Since.

Nick Keenan is a second year student at DePaul University studying Biology with an emphasis in neuroscience. He is a poet, runner, activist, and audiophile, and in his spare time, he enjoys reading Dave Eggers, Richard Dawkins and Jonathan Safran Foer and the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, Andrea Gibson and Pablo Neruda.  Like Adrienne Rich, Keenan believes that “it’s exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting and painful.”

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