By Thomas Page
It is the point in the semester I
Lie down a lot because I am tired.
Wired to finish my assignments by
My own furious fate to get good grades
Wades down my other activities, much
Brunch-like pleasantries afforded to those
Chosen few who don’t have something due now.
How can I balance restful sleep and sound
Wound dreams if I have to worry about
Route to an “A” rather than a “B” in
Thin grading criteria on rubrics?
Bricks to the face is what it feels like when
“Then” becomes “now” regarding a paper.
Wager that the day after finals some
Dumbfounded student like myself will shout
About “Kyrie Eleison” or “Pater
Noster” or “O Meu Iesus” out loud
Around any campus in December.
Remember this whenever you come ‘cross
Loss in talk when you ask them about it.
