are you listening?

Thalia staccatos her bare feet on deck boards. “The youuuu-ni-verrrrrss speaks!”

Nią considers pointing out that staccato is not a verb, then defers to creative license. Preoccupied with contradictory feelings of invigoration and terror, she sits in quiet contemplation.

"You posted it…” Calliope’s hood is up and her posture resembles a wilted tomato leaf. “To… Instagram?”

“Yes. The youuuu-ni-verrrs has made it cleeeeer we are playing toooo small — hiding on Zoom clips beta.” Thalia rolls her eyes. “Sit up straight ladies. We’re taking it to the streets!”

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness,
~Allen Ginsberg