No time.

No time.

No time.

 

I pop pizza bites in the microwave

and call it dinner.

 

Class.

Homework.

Clubs.

No time. No time.

No time.

 

Everyone else skips.

But grades.

But passing.

No time. No time.

 

Everyone else procrastinates.

No time. No time. No time.

 

It’s dinner.

I already ate.

Everyone else is deciding on food.

No time No time No time No time No time No time No time No time No time.

Poetry

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