Run-off Sentence

Noe Brennan ’25

Leave my stomach stained, an almost olive, alabaster, ultramarine dye, in me you sit there draining, bleeding into me, in this curled up, out stretched way, all alone. And ever so lightly, slightly overburdening and encumbering how I’m, I’ll give it to you, you’re persistent; and waiting, I take it i’m freshly getting tired, probably because it’s been forever (257 minutes) (15,837 seconds) of ..waiting… If I had been counting, I would probably care, so that’s not what I’m doing, or rather not, all I’m doing is actively nothing, not every thing but nothing. Not being sad, that’s for sure, I don’t know what I have to be sad For, because, I’ll see you in 807 minutes. (Not that I’m counting which would be weird for friends, or perfectly normal) I feel perfectly normal. Do you? Do I ? I don’t think so, I don’t feel weird, which feels weird, but I don’t really Care. Unless of course you do. I don’t care deeply, about how you sit there shallowly in An atrium. (mine) (Mine is fully empty of nothing, everything, but you, it’s fine, only Awful) Is my life full? I wouldn’t say if I didn’t not have you it wouldn’t be a fully empty Lot. But not alot empty. Is there not ever a not-empty lot? Not sure, if I know what I’m talking About, but right about now you would patiently interrupt me; briskly politely, or i don’t know How, I guess that you could teach me, but, last time we did that you ended up teaching me, not You-which I guess just shows how good I am at failing. Or how bad I am at well, blindly trying to See whether we will amount to anything. Or mount the anything, the something of not you, but Me and it will wash away how you…