What is There to Do in Somers, NY on College Break?

by C.T. Lark 

leave and visit Mt. Kisco, then Katonah, maybe Danbury (only 

if you’re really bored). eventually, run out of money.  

call up a friend or two or ten, then do it again until you’ve  

run out of things to say. rehearse these lines: “yes, I’m  

majoring in English,” “no, I don’t want to teach,”  

“I just like to write—maybe I’ll be a lawyer.” remember  

that you’re your mother’s daughter, or at least pretend to 

remember that when she boasts: “my eldest daughter.”  

take a walk, a hike, a trip—Germany or Jones Beach— 

whatever gets you away for a little longer. overstay  

your welcome by returning to that school. rehearse those lines:  

“yes, I’m enjoying my time there,” “no, I don’t miss  

high school,” “I just like to write—maybe I’ll publish 

this summer.” remember that you’re still her around these parts 

and don’t even try for a second to assert otherwise. disintegrate. 

alternate between NyQuil, Benadryl, and Zolpidem to forget. 

forget walkable communities—sidewalks are for the discontent! 

stare down the barrel of an $8.49 cup of fruit. pick your skin 

‘til you find a you that you like again. don’t you dare forget 

to say your lines: “yes, I’m glad to be home,” “no, I’m not 

choking; my ribs are cracking just fine,” “I just like to write— 

maybe that will get me out this time.” 

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