Campuspoem: Voicemail
Voicemail
I am sorry to be slightly lacking in poems
if you’re wondering how I’m feeling, well, wrecked
the last thought before I go to sleep at night
is usually ‘when was your email last checked?’
I’ve been too busy to write about anything except being busy
but so is everyone else, I guess
all my conversations are on exams and deadlines
and how other people cope with their stress
so I’ve made a Spotify playlist for calming down
and I’m waking up without caffeine
I’m hoping by summer, I’ll be able to derive pleasure from reading
right now I can hardly get through one magazine
the other day I even put my phone on airplane mode
while I met up with a friend
as the days get slightly longer, my nights are ever short
but I know the spring semester, too, will soon end
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