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.