so wake up, wake up and do it. whatever it is, whatever it is.
first official all-nighter
winter finals week
um . . . yay?
wrote a seventeen-page research paper for yesterday
and need another fifteen for tomorrow (today).
the library's open til two.
and we talk about how that's possibly inhumane,
how it only perpetuates procrastination,
somehow sanctions insufficient sleep patterns
advocates inordinate amounts of caffeine
encourages unhealthy eating
(not to mention)
catchpenny compositions we turn in minutes before deadline
shipwrecked, sunk, incurious.
allowing us to finish at our best.
still. my sister says
you know what? at the end of this, we'll still be alive
and my mum quotes Brandon Flowers
because she's kool lyk dat.
. . . . . . . . .
DEVIL THAT HE CAN GO BACK
WHERE HE CAME
HIS FIERY ARROWS DREW THEIR BEAD
WHEN THE HARDEST PART
OVER, WE'LL BE HERE
AND OUR DREAMS WILL BREAK