Three Days
Tears down my cheeks
run in streaks.
All the time I wasted,
72 hours to be exact.
481 pages more to complete.
Yet I compose a poem instead.
It's not my fault I couldn't finish, it's my guests.
Now I listen to music in Spanish and cry some more.
Think about the five days I have left to annotate the rest.
How could this happen?
Niece had Disney Channel on all day and I sit next to the T.V.
I could hear it in my head, when I was supposed to have Invisible Man in my head.
I couldn't concentrate.
But they're guests. So I didn't say anything. I tried. I really did.
The second day was the same. The third, no.
I was in my room to try something different.
I left the T.V. sound on a lower volume, but my niece turned it up.
I could hear it in my room while I tried to read.
Then she came in, and would ask me questions, or try and scare me.
I'm doing homework, but I guess she doesn't care.
I don't need them spraying bad reviews about me.
So I smile and laugh and keep a happy face on for three days.