by Alison O’Connor

One Hundred Percent
Like medicine
Same sterile feel
Against the taste buds
Hundred’s best since
It’s the highest you can
Eat of each grey plastic tray
Carrying breakfast
Lunch and dinner
Passing before you and
You dig in
With your cautious
Fork and spoon
No knives
We’re all here
Those would be
A hunnit percent

Alison O’Connor is a fourth year undergraduate at Columbia College Chicago majoring in Poetry. Her poetry has appeared in The North Chicago Review. She was a featured as a “promising young poet” at the Poetry Foundation. Alison performs her poetry at numerous open mics and venues across the Chicago area, from The Green Mill to The Glencoe Public Library.

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Alexandra Stanislaw

Alexandra Stanislaw is the Editor-In-Chief and founder of Devise Literary. She is also an Assistant Editor for Hotel Amerika. Her work appears in Crab Fat Magazine ("The Good Friend" and "Tampa Raised You Up"), Ragazine, and Chicago Review of Books.

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