I Wear a Way out Everyday

Maroon sneakers

I’ll pass forever

Heavy textbooks

acted so clever

Wait for the green

Pretend breathing

Check your pulse

—tick, tock,

Constellation no more

For the galaxy is

Merely a shelter

But not a home

Tick, tock,

Time is out

Got ticket and passport

Money and socks

Do not grin—

while sobbing

Kick the grass

and leap