Sign up for a class
filled with teenagers
from random suburbs.
Try not to vomit as you enter.
Stock up on discount Halloween candy
and instant coffee packets.
Lock yourself in the library
next to a junior working on a history project.
Stray off topic
write a dissertation about high school popularity
that lasts for three pages.
Learn something about yourself in the process.
Eat candy while workshopping your draft
with other intrepid teens.
Make plans to hang out
without any mention of your novels.
Sit at your keyboard,
mind blank at 10 pm,
math homework still not finished.
Wonder where you can possibly go from here.
Compliment your friends at your final class.
“Keep analyzing reality,”
one of them tells you.
Throw your hands up in the air at midnight,
a Hershey’s bar in hand,
laptop light streaming on your face.
This is just for you.