This poem was submitted in response to our October 2017 poetry challenge.
why am i sitting here,
drawing dicey deductions in my head and
filling bubbles with the correct dosage of no. 2 lead?
i miss my gel pens, my colored pencils
and it’s quiet
and Specific Aquatic Creatures swim over my mind
along with Genetically Modified Organisms
and a dusty anecdote drier than the back of my throat
but i digress, as usual
why is it that this single piece of paper will play such a large role in my future?
why am i never able to concentrate at times like these?
why does my sense of hearing regarding Background Noises grow so heightened?
someone suddenly sniffles, sniffs, sneezes and
i remember there’s a time limit
but my hands, they inhibit
my ability to think and write thanks to an intense,
caffeine-induced
s H ak i Ng
so i break my no. 2 lead
(on accident, as usual)
and as it rolls and meets the floor,
i wish that i could join it
Kylie Volavongsa is a tenth grader from Kansas.
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