wild international university student,

by Rachel Lynch in

student of the world, graceful misspellings and after class chill-sessions. sit on my lap and color in a book of black lines. same faces, books stacked on wooden floors and the world is misspoken through a small vile in the chemistry classroom. my locker wasn't next to yours but i moved it because i'm infatuated, engulfed in your ability to be free. teach me to move like your western soul.

the atlantic was born today inside our class. pull down the map of the world and tell me where you want to go. i hear india is colored pink in the history class room.