January 29, 2026
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by Riley Londraville ’27 on October 30, 2025
I served him starfish and coffee while Dad told him how they weren’t supposed to meet this way
They were supposed to meet years ago when Dad’s best friend, Neftalie, made fake press passes and snuck into Prince’s house party, where they partied under a moon like this one
My dad was too chicken to go, and Neftalie was too chicken to say hello
But Prince sits here now as the purple rain pummels the pavement and butterscotch clouds hide the celestial glow
Dad hasn’t washed his hand since that concert he went to all those years ago
He practically cut his arm off and framed it once people began calling to pay their respects and offer their condolences
But now he’s set his mind free, and now he understands
Starfish and coffee
Maple syrup and jam
Prince will be gone once the smoke clears, the high wears off, and the record stops spinning
But for now, he takes off his raspberry beret and keeps on singing.
