How many shades of pink can you see
And how many can you name?
When the sky alternates between school blue and pearl grey
I sit yellow under sickly fluorescent bells.
Between a waffle cone and dismissal time
There's work to be done-
Working on looking like I'm working.
I'm all wrong today
In rust, navy, and black ink.
Boredom inches closer to the nerves.
Stillness never bores me,
Instead I often find myself restless amidst activity.
Words that need to be said
I've stored Tupperware-fresh.
Always waiting,
Waiting till it's all too late.
Knotted in an awkward bunch with
Knowing, seeing, acting.
Too hard.