This class bores me to the brink of insanity
But there are these birds
chirping on the sill
just outside the window I sit next to
And I guess it could be a metaphor
maybe for their freedom and my own desire for freedom
and I could try to make my staring at them
artistic and poetic
* * *
But in all honesty
I need to stay awake
and they just happen to be more interesting than this class
* * *
(Sometimes things aren’t poetic
they just are)
