Wheaties
staring at my wheaties
huge boats, adrift
in a sea of white
I sink them one
by one
leaving behind an empty harbor
Voice
As Rupert Holmes blasts through my car stereo,
I finally understand the meaning behind his words
The bright yellow excitement in my chest can’t be contained
I can’t help but share this feeling with her
And the response not what I expected
She opens her mouth to speak words
Heavy with the dull gray of disinterest
*
As Rupert Holmes’ voice sings through the phone,
Our voices carry far beyond the small space of our tent
Golden glowing words reaching into the void
Lighting up the woods around us
Nate Weinstock
is a junior studying Biomedical Sciences with a minor in Addiction. Last semester, he took his first English class since junior year of high school and absolutely loved it. It surprised him by quickly becoming one of his favorite classes at UB.