i am my fucking khakis

in my classroom
with the music turned up high
on my one speaker that works
picking a zit on my face
sans mirror
the world is on pause.

browsing amazon.com
after a long day
the kind
that can only happen
in may
when it’s sunny
and there is less than a month
left of school.

after a day like this

[the kind that aren't worth

complaining

about because

for once people having

harder lives

is a sufficient excuse to

shut the hell up]

i am a consumer

the products recommended

to me by the genius consumer-specialists

at amazon.com
are accurate

i am my stuff.
oh, and my zit.
i am also my zit.