The Roommate 

I lie here deceitfully,

Scheming halfway through the night,

Climbing up trees, in my mind,

Just to fabricate a world 

That makes sense to me,

While she stands plainly on the ground

And tells her side

Of her story she calls, “truth,”

And simply goes to bed at night 

And sleeps.

I worry that there’s not enough,

And bluff my way through medical school,

Only to flunk out the last week or two

In a super industrial feat of self-sabotage,

While she works on a decorative collage 

For her floral design degree.

She cooks her rice and eats it,

And simply goes to bed at night and sleeps.

-jenn