Wednesday, April 17, 2019 - 6:46pm

I, politically compromised, took

two cents from the homeless.

Tuned out trigger warnings

and walked through the unfamiliar

unarmed. There was Michigan’s blue

season, my tongue in cheek, campus

under snowflaked spell. Reform

was supposed to bring dark thoughts

to light and us to each other.

But tonight isn’t a safe space.

Tomorrow is far.