February 10th/Entry 20:
I inform my mother and grandmother I do not wish to continue my education at the university. I express how I desire the freedom to travel.
I spend the majority of the day messaging my friend Micah/completing homework. I put off writing a poem until late at night.
While out, I receive a message that my friend is having a crisis. I cancel my plans and communicate I’ll take a hit to my work to ensure he’s ok. We travel off-campus to eat a late dinner.
February 11th/Entry 21:
I’m absolutely exhausted. Stayed up for another student’s Venmo purchase.
I look at the clock at 9:16pm. I forget to type the time before. I finish at 9:22.
Based on Frederick Judd Waugh’s ‘The Setting Sun’.
Who can write a poem when they’re about to crash
or as inlet eyes lull the act of fishing for words to sleep?
The motions we keep
with the tide,
next to the stickered-up steno with its wide
and its blue lines bobbing
in the yellowed waters for penciled minnows.