Here is my life since this past Tuesday, told in poetic exercises:

I left my books behind
In a classroom for the weekend.

My mind is like a blaring radio.
The narration of my life turned up my mind's volume.

Days are too short.

A chill pervades the winter air
I cringe and cover my wet hair
A shiver shakes my shrinking bones
I wish I had a warmer home

Most of my work I did not
Finish but most of my books were bought.

I would write more
But my leads call
And now this poem
Is terminated.