Look at This Inkblot and Tell Me Everything You See

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Rachel Mihatov

 

I have scrambled eggs for brains, splattered and confused. Cracked shells poke and prod the center of my skull. A choice to make: Montreal or Honeygrow at 1:30 on a Thursday? I’m so hungry for film strips and bong rips but I keep pushing around the same old keyboard keys and celebration cookies. My guts are puddled out on the floor like a Rorschach test. I chose the overpriced pad thai instead of my maple syrup lover. The storm of tofu squares and extra mushrooms crack and pop in the pan to the tune of the Canadian national anthem. Trapped in this kitchen by golf swings and Super Bowl parties, I dream of the brown eyes waiting for me with a giggle in his throat and jazz night knee touches. 

 

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Rachel Mihatov is a filmmaking student in Mason Gross who recently picked up a Creative Writing minor. She loves live music, knitting/crocheting, singing, and her friends. She’d like to thank Joanna Fuhrman for her support and wonderful instruction. And Tori for being the greatest friend and inspiration in the whole wide world.

Rachel wrote this poem in a creative writing class taught by Professor Joanna Fuhrman. Fuhrman selected the piece for inclusion in WHR.