Chach
February 9th, 2005
By Keeya Steel
The rumbling against the pavement approaches the door
He enters unannounced with his board
With a sigh, he overtakes the nearest armchair
His body slouched and sprawled devoid of care
Tossing his hat and kicking off his tattered shoes
He displays shaggy hair and an ankle with a fresh bruise
A typical reciting of daily events begins
He reports his troublemaking and mischievously grins
Revealing teeth like a tattered fence
Proud of who he is and his lack of common sense
Soon the conversation tapers to a quiet break
He’s entranced by the buzz the television makes
The clock ticks and I must leave
I send subtle messages he doesn’t perceive
He remains slouched, doesn’t bother to move
With no plans and nothing to pursue.
Keeya Steel is currently a freshman at the U of M majoring in political science and Spanish. Aspiring to hold a government office in the future, she loves traveling to Spanish-speaking countries. “The reasons for which I want to hold a government office are the same reasons I like to write many of my pieces; I analyze the stated and unstated laws of our society and focus on the people that struggle with the way these systems work — of course by a much more artful means than a thesis paper.” She also enjoys being a student at the Loft Literary Center.
