Olivia Lucas is a recent graduate from Fordham University Lincoln Center where she studied English and concentrated in Creative Writing. Her writing has appeared in Fordham’s literary magazine as well as West Side Rag, a local NYC paper. She currently lives in Worcester, Massachusetts.
Olivia Lucas
Well, that’s just the way it is…
In my dream I imagine Bukowski
wearing a shirt that reads: “Free
mustache rides”
so I hop on and ask him to please
recite a poem
I hope It’s a good time
but its
Then he taps my bum and I slide
off
feeling unsatisfied and unable
to understand him any
better.
Daily Turmoil
There’s an indescribable sadness
that comes from finishing
a really great book. So sad,
in fact, I have no words
other than to start again
would be to leave behind
a part of yourself
like the negative space
of a stamp.
Yet we
do. Repeat.
Obsessions
I’m going to drop
this mug on the floor and cry
and maybe die—
we will all die one day. Feel
too much and you’ll feel too
much. Look at this guy In the knit hat
sipping tea he’ll probably kill me
or his wife
or husband (I don’t want to ass-
ume. You know what happens
when you ass-
ume
they tell you that joke in school and you think what!
She’s a teacher and she swears and is maybe a human
and maybe actually kinda cool.
But it won’t matter because in the end
we’ll all be dead.