You put down your textbook for a minute and like the crank gears of the movable book stacks
you open yourself to yourself.
As you crack into your seventh beer, you step onto the porch and pause
to watch your own inner fire like the pulsing cigarette cherries.

Whether you pass your exam or not–you will continue.
You have achieved great monetary debt in continuing.
You are not dissuaded.

Your roomies are cheering games.
They have giant TVs showing competitors at competing volumes.

They must think you’re silly,
falling asleep on the couch in the middle of so many important games!