Scream - A Poem
One day my fellow PhD students and I were sitting in the class room, taking a break between statistics and research methods, and one of them received a text. it was from her husband and said “I’m going out the the woods to scream, does anyone want to come?”
By this point I had taken to writing one of my poems on the white board every morning. I sometimes even put up a second in the middle of the day. It was a welcome break from the studies and I felt, given that the class room was a white cinderblock box, that it was a great improvement on the aesthetic of the room.
So when the text came in I couldn’t help but to throw together another poem … and yes, we did have a looming statistics paper at the time.
