Wolverine Stew: Memories for Pete

Going below the cold

The snow churned by a hundred

Trails cut through the slush

Into the pink neon on

Black ceilings and white tiles

Taking the time to

Work as a trio, cutting the

Lights, always night and day

Count the phobias skittering across the

Screen: spider, cicada, wasp, mosquito

See how far I can stretch a

Line of paper from me to the

Machines pulling me closer

Walk the rows of pinball lights showing

Rings, monsters, castles, in every

Corner awash in their glow

Balance dragons together on plastic skateboards

In the cool of the tables behind the stairs

And just breathe

clydemg

Hello! My name is Clyde Granzeier, and I am a senior at the University of Michigan majoring in Creative Writing and Literature and minoring in History. This is Wolverine Stew, a weekly poem blog about the strange, stressful, and fun parts of life here in Ann Arbor. Each poem will cover something different, ranging from D&D with friends to the jack-o-lanterns across campus to the trumpet-shaped and puffball mushrooms that pop up in the Arb after it rains. This will basically be a stew of experiences (pun absolutely intended) from my time at U of M, and I hope you enjoy! P.S. No wolverines were harmed in the making of this stew : )

clydemg

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