~Max Yerid, Class of 2023

I want to write, but what about?

I look around

Everyone’s on the other side of the room.

Nothing to note about the windows.

Clueless.

I sit and think

Music flowing in through my ears

No homework to do

So I continue to think

Clueless.

I turn down the music

Hear the noises 

Take them in, try to make them

Give me ideas

Clueless.

Horris walks by

Leaves the room.

Eston faces the wall

Isah stares at his IPad.

Clueless.

I know what to write about.

I’ll write about

Not knowing what to write about.

Finally, I don’t have to say I’m

Clueless.