I am spending so much of my time in math class, dreaming of bed of curled in fluffy things
of hands kneading into my spine and shoulders shaping me into an arch that would crack away all the non sleep I am getting.

Someone once told me you should get at least six hours of sleep a night. I FORGOT that sometimes people get MORE than this sometimes people actually know what is going ON

I am existing in this classroom without paying attention I haven't done any of the the work or listened to any of the lectures, these space every day 9 - 12:30 and 6-10 pm,
they are like dreams or trips or bad TV I do not know what is going on I am lost confused Out of My Mind

The teacher called me to the board. I had spent the last seventy-five minutes making lists of things I would rather be doing and thinking about the kind of Frye boots I want from E-bay.

I twirled my hair and shook my head and she made a face and I thought WELL THERE GOES MY EVAL.

Here I am. Statistics Class. Where everyone faces forward to the podium,
and my soul dies
and my lab book remains empty
and they skip my name on attendance because I've only come twice before

And I dont pay attention and I cant,
because I would rather think about Emotional TrainWrecks,
wonder if I'll ever be able to date someone in a healthy, tantrum-free way,

Oh and my ride on the route 21 today was so nice,
I saw Chloe and Kevin walking bikes through downtown looking the epitome of punk funky little
I saw Monica and Vince biking from the eastside "we two" with a picnic basket I hope I grow up like that,

The wacky man talking to the wearing sweater mother who pretended not to hear him
while he explained the statue of Athena hidden by the capital building,

Oh I would like to quit and everyone keeps asking if I am in their class because they think I already did.