Pause for Poetry: My Last Two Weeks at Truman

Just two weeks until
The end of all that I have
Ever known before. 

Finals week is fast
Approaching, and yet I have
Not started a thing.  

What do you mean when
You say that coffee isn’t an
Essential food group? 

Come on Savannah.
You know term papers refuse
To just write themselves.

Sixteen days left and
My invitations have yet
To come. This is fine. 

Graduation is
Chaos. But chaos truly
Can be beautiful.