Distractions
from different places snatch
my mind away
as we sit
and talk.
I try
to listen, to give
you my full attent—
I should read
this email, perhaps
reply, But…
Oil.
Car.
That’s right. I should change
it soon and
bills
need to be paid and
my room
needs cleaning and I
really should write
my parents and
oh I got a text
and dinner.
What am I going to—
No!
My friends
must
come first.
The rest of my life
can wait.
