My thoughts during a late-night study session
1:00 am
Friday
Screech, silent night, or
Do something other than
let me think this hard
through hard-
ships
sail away from the oceans of Nubia in my mind
and back to my homework —
I am resonating between organic molecules
and inorganic thoughts
that I am organizing, or going
through the orchestra of oration
in hopes that speaking my smiles makes them less glass-like and less
ready to shatter in the wind of an incoming anxiety
Think, mind, focus on the double bond, triple bond,
bonds to carbon will never be polarized,
bonds in my mind will,
carbon hates negative charges, says the man on my MacBook at 1 am Friday morning,
it can’t deal with them like oxygen can
I can’t deal with them without losing a little oxygen.
Intermission:
*mechanisms pathways mechanisms pathways mechanisms pathways*
Back to our scheduled entertainment
I muse on fusions between the sound of athaan and the taste of knafe and what number that would have
watch a video on the beauty of Allah’s creation and how a few wolves changed an entire ecosystem*
*rabbit hole: watched 4 different baby animal videos, because “I’m taking a geography class”
the comedy of life is when I can write four pages of analysis worthy of Proust, Rousseau, or Austen,
and then forget to bring my essay to class and have to drive all the way home to bring it —
1:25
guilt walks back into my brain and I study
