The research I have been sitting on
For three and a half days
Telling myself it was okay to read up on Marxist feminism instead
Because I was still learning something, and that is the point. Right?
Editing my CV.
Scouting for things that would look good on my CV.
Getting down to actually doing those things while
Silencing the voice that tells me otherwise.
Figuring out why I even want a CV.
Staying awake in class.
Going to bed at a reasonable hour.
Getting enough work done so I can go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Saying no to things I cannot or do not want to do
So that I can go to bed at a reasonable hour
(Is my profession the first such thing I should have said ‘no’ to?)
Telling her I want to leave her
That every minute, her face gets on my nerves
But it’s not her fault, it’s mine
And I am sorry for being a shitbag.
Telling him I am sorry –
That if I could take back the things I said
But I know he prefers my silence,
So I don’t.
Listening to music other than
The one catchy number I have been playing on repeat
For the last twenty days
Because I have nothing better to listen to.
Writing the book I have always dreamed of,
The kind that will make you sigh and weep
Yet keep you coming back for more.
Calling my friends to tell them I love them.
Calling my brother to tell him I love him.
Calling my parents to tell them I love them.
APOBI is taking the “National” Poetry Month challenge! (Yes, in spite of law school and her long hiatus.) Follow her to see how far she succeeds in writing thirty poems in thirty days.
Today’s prompt was taken from here.