Some Clamor Louder
“Life is a small, spinning oyster, and it is one that I do not wish to eat.” Emily’s proclamations often situate themselves between the abstruse and the overwrought, and tonight, at this booth, in this sleek little Asian-fusion restaurant, she has welded both worlds. “Em,” I sigh, “there’s more on the menu than just seafood.” “Well, maybe I don’t want any of it. Maybe I want to starve.” “Fine, then starve.” In the eleventh grade, Emily presented an original poem for our English