Another poem from today's Creative Writing class.

[apocalypsos]

Ignorance

My breaks are my time,
me and a book
me and my music
me and a chai.
I prop up two plastic chairs,
one to sit on, one for my feet,
and dive into a good book,
focus with practiced intent
on a soppy romance or
true tales of sordid crimes.
I though I looked forward to this,
to a trashy novel and
some bubblegum pop.
But I was wrong.
I'm a snob, see - I don't
love my books in short ravenous bursts,
or use my headphones as an effective shield.
You get it, don't you?
That I really want your attention,
that I walked past your crowded table
and sat alone because
I need you.
You understand, I know you do,
because you interrupted me and
dragged away my headphones,
and told me this much more fascinating story about
your spoiled kid and her irritating
cell phone.

Comments

[sorrel]

YES YES THAT HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME.

There's a super-awkward guy in the commons at my school that used to do that to me no matter what I do because he once saw me (a girl!) reading a comic book. Thank god he's graduated and gone now, though.