Thursday, April 26, 2012

a poem over-heard

I was texting, so I was happy.
My homework might not be done;
Books haven’t been opened and pages remain unwritten.
New text message
—silent conversation.
Study break, I say, and try to pretend
Finals aren’t around the corner.

Buzz: roommate has a question
Buzz: sister sharing a picture
Thumbs twitch
Answer. Reply. Answer.

No time to waste, I don’t procrastinate.
Recitation in a couple hours,
pencil on paper.
Friends send words
—welcome distractions.
Maybe something will inspire. In the meantime,
I will be texting: that makes me happy.


Becki said...


Anonymous said...

Interruptions are life.