I used to skip class in the city

and sit with homeless in the park.

I just didn’t understand and

it gave me anxiety headaches

trying to relate to my peers.

The men there didn’t say much,

they just mulled over my presence

and respected my silent hour.

I got an A that semester.

My instructor even praised my final—

some interview I rushed, and

it was there I found

How silly it all was.

And how little I’d have to try—

It’s like I didn’t have to be there at all

and it would all keep moving.

It would all be weightless

and either way in debt

To my semester

In the park

…