Also Mutants

Just A Dream Before Breakfast

6-27-17

It was math- no,
sciences of earth-
or that guy after gym class, ya know,
with the laser-cut tris1.
Yeah!          I think...
And it was 1 o'clock,
or was it Monday morning?
Feels like night, but
there's no way it would've been.

All the commitments are piling high;
why am I sinking farther below?

Everything's looking up but my
         status...
         security...
         prospects...
         grades.
The only time I can breathe
is when I'm three hours deep in sleep
and the pressures release;
I'm a thousand pounds of
weightlessness.
I'm everything, and
I don't know who I am
but I'll do it          flawlessly,
like you had no idea
I didn't know how to begin.

Footnotes
1  triceps