It rains.
I wake up,
Roll over and see
Class has been over
An hour or more.
I have no guilt.
I pull myself up slowly
And move across the room
On legs that could collapse
Beneath me.
I’m ill today
And it rains.
It rains,
And I am hungry.
I pull on my jacket
And stumble outside.
Somehow,
I have not fallen.
Make my way across a flooded plain;
Reach my destination.
Inside
My treasure sits upon the shelf:
Beef, Shrimp, Chicken.
I make my choices –
Head back.
I wait:
A boiling hot cup of
Ramen.
