From College Misery, February 6, 2011
the snow day threw the
snowflakes in more ways than one.
"what's due?! and when?!! waaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!"
laments the new spurs between
my shoulders. i tell
him, "this one is called,
'probation.' this one is called,
'(tor)mentor. and this
one, 'all the pretty
snowflakes.' he says, 'therapy.'
i opt for vodka.
essays to grade, no
willpower, no ambition.
it must be sunday.