"I spend my Saturday evenings with poetry, in books..."

I spend my Saturday evenings with poetry, in bookstore basements and coffee shop corners. In this town, the weekend transforms cramped rooms into stages.

We s​ubstitute finger-snapping for applause. We squeeze our fingers together until words spill from performers’ mouths in peals of thunder as loud as our snaps.

Borne from these Saturday evenings are the things I want to bring to Atlanta from bookstore basements and coffee shop corners: the unifying anthem sung by our hands. The support that comes only in the form of a hundred fingers pressed against each other, joined all at once in celebration of spoken verse.

Perhaps, one day, students will be able to say that, in Druid Hills, the weekend transforms Woodruff Library into a stage. Perhaps Emory University will become a place where, no matter where you are standing on campus, you will always be able to hear the sounds of snaps.