I AM RIDDEN with half assed makeup
and bed head hair
and i bet i look awful today
in jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt
and clay covered shoes
but i can't just keep keeping myself
together.
i'm ready
to
     fall
           apart
schools looking to be
sadder than usual
and i count the minutes
to go by
first, second, third, fourth, fifth.
why do i count down the time to go to bed?

|m.s.