friday, 1:25-2:40

in literature class
I am sitting, pretending to pay attention.
but my eyes are raw from lack of sleep
and I am fueled solely by coffee and diet coke –
neither of these things being conducive to
keeping track of our rambling, Shakespeare-obsessed professor.
he is talking about
how Shakespeare understood real love–
all of its nuances, joys and imperfections–
and I don’t want to hear it today.