Catholic Guilt: Out, Starbucks Guilt: In

By Madi Forrest | Photo by Alex Gaines

It’s Fall!!!!! The air is crisp and the lattes are pumpkin spiced. 

Even though it's chilly I still get my drinks iced.

At the beginning of last fall I had Starbucks but now we’ve sacrificed.

The leaves are slowly changing, and I want my Starbucks back…

I like Dunkin. Don’t get me wrong.

But something about the beginning of fall can’t be fully experienced without some Starrbies, and it's been tooo long. 

So like.. How do we feel? 

Because I know yall have been thinking about it too. 

It’s just an idea.

I’m still sipping my Dunkin, but can't a girl dream?

Last year in Boston fall with my pumpkin cold brew I felt supreme

So I don’t know where this poem brings me, but it feels like the end

We don’t have to change the Starbucks norms, but maybe bend?