This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Scranton chapter.
The hair on my legs
the hair on my head
I spend each day laying in bed.
I stare at my walls
of my childhood room
at 9 A.M. I sign on to Zoom.
I press my fingers
to my dusty keyboard
I flip and I flop
to find the charging cord.
I sip hot coffee
at home
it sucks
I much rather prefer
campus Starbucks.
I swipe and I scroll
through news feeds each day
boy
do middle-aged women
have a lot to say.
The fresh air is calming
it asserts peace of mind
and distracts me
from my history outline.
My academic motivation
plummets each day
t-minus forever
until the first of May.
I facetime my friends
it helps pass the time
so does the process
of brainstorming rhymes.