for now, i latch. latch to lasting lectures
and stirring thoughts. latch
on looping sounds, locking
drum to feel. latch
to swaying waists and hang on,
stare at bashful loving smiles. starting
fires, cackling wood, voicing
snarky remarks: laugh and laugh
and latch. latch quickly,
drive my quill through late nights,
stack stanzas of somber blueness
to bury with latches for
balance,
like the thin comfort er
i latch myself to sleep in, a shield
from the blowing air vents. latch
to grouped voices, to steady
events, to knowing what’s next. and find
other latches, other life.
Miles Nance is a first-year student at Oberlin. He is an aspiring poet and hopes to major in Creative Writing next year. He is also involved as a writer in the student-run magazine BIPOC Lenses and is on the track and field team.
