It's 1:42 a.m.

It's 1:42 a.m. and I decided

To write a poem because

I want to be human.

Today was my sabbath and I didn't

Finish my work until 1:42 a.m.

I met my friend, I helped my friend,
I taught guitar to at-risk teens,

I went to the bazaar and bought eight kilograms

Of laundry soap because that was the only one of that brand they had.

I don't care; it was for my friend.

I like teaching literature class.

I like reading everything.

I say I'm a poet but I'm burning both ends.

So this is my "I hereby claim these lands."
A whimper for the old man.
A grasping flag in the sand.

It's 1:47 a.m.

I'm going to bed.