Os-way-go
An hour-long bus ride riddled with sleep
Showed me naked streets and frosted trees.
In a bus full of people from all over the world,
I sat feeling utterly alone, a girl from Nice sleeping
Besides me, and an Australian accent saying
There’s a lot of variety.
But soon I had a small family, the A-Team, and
With ice-capped fingers, we cheered for the Lakers,
Singing OMG by Usher every day. Learning that deadass
Meant dead serious and brick meant cold. Working in the
Dining halls and complaining but
Learning that home really was where Hart was.
Finding out that Wonzones made the best midnight snack
And getting a calzone two hours later while cramming in the library
Was so worth it. Being almost in tears but not quite
because someone was always dancing in the 24-hour study room.
Occasionally comparing ramen with other students while adding
Different toppings to see who made it better.
Religiously going to Cam’s after my Ferris adventures,
Walking back to campus, because
Driving while drunk is BAD, it’s BAD Shen
We could all die
But singing as we walked back, rain or snow,
The D-bus zooming by and by.
The sun never shines in SUNY Oswego,
But the sun sets in fragmented colors, filling
My camera roll with aesthetic pictures of
Desolate memories but who cares
Because there’s more days to the semester
And I’m going to class in my pajamas anyway