Ganas de vicios

Once upon an InstantPot,

Applesauce, chili or fall stew,

What I crave this semester isn’t anything that goes moo. 

Seldom I’m hungry; I really ought to eat.

But why make breakfast,

If I’m warm under these sheets?

The juicy red X in a Zoom meeting’s corner

Forbidden fruit calling to misguide me further

Mute button, I’d kiss you 

If participation points weren’t needed

But could you please work your magic

On the grad students that are conceited?

Camera on for class, which I detest

I don’t perform well when I’m not looking my best.

I don’t pay attention to your bonnets or wave caps

Because behind these empty eyes

My brain’s starving for a nap.

Sorry for not seasoning 

What I served up in my forum post

At 11:47 p.m. 

All I have to give is a paragraph at most.

Spring would’ve been spent living my vagabond dreams

If it hadn’t been spent scrolling through Twitter memes

When apologies come from the university

I tell them I’ll only accept it in the form of a window seat

I’d read every reading and actually use my brain

If it meant never hearing from that @no-reply email again