Bits Poem by anais vionet

Were in the (study) trenches, but we don't mind,
in the trenches, you aren't really aware of time,
I've talked with a lot of my classmates,
and the citadel lights are burning late.

Ever startle awake because a spider's on your face - but it's only your hair?

Sunny's been infected with the writing sickness.
She keeps saying "listen to this."

Orthography might just be the death of me - seriously.

I dreamed Peter (my BF) was leaving.
I saw him behind the wheel of a car,
waving from the deck of a ship,
and blurred in the window of a bullet train.
It was like a wheel of misfortune.
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*Webster: Orthography: "spelling correctly"