Golden Child

It’s Monday morning
            And the homework I’ve had all weekend to finish
            Is still festering in my backpack, untouched.

I thought about it, sure.
            I told myself a thousand times
            I need to do that.
            Then I spent five hours doing something
            Infinitely more important.

Like reading smut on the Internet,
            Or watching TV,
            Or spending time with my friends,
            Or, heaven forbid, sleeping.

I’m a busy person, I say.   And I am.
            I can’t work all the time, can I?
            No, I can’t, but I should.
            I have so much to do and
            Weekends are my only respite.
            Except they aren’t.   I still have things to do.
            I should do as much as I can when I have time.
            But instead I sleep, I lounge, I procrastinate.

“Golden Child”?   I don’t think so.

Carisa Anderson