absent

another day where the time
slips through my fingers,
falls out of holes created
in the pockets of my
genes--something about this
must be hereditary,
for it lingers, invasive,
festering
like a disease.


but really,
it isn't the time that's the problem:
it's my perception.

today I took a test,
finished a final project,
and put myself on the internet
for an assignment--
more than enough to comprise
a day started at 4 pm.

what bothers is the time I stole from myself
yesterday,
the missing hours swiped and spent
avoiding all my goals;

7 hours that should have been mine,
but instead belonged
to no one at all.

--
Title is prompt, and the fact that I stayed up 'til 7 am this morning, then got very little sleep, then did all my Computer Essential homework (almost done with that class!). And I have to get up at 6 tomorrow, and then I'm volunteering at a Japan Festival all day tomorrow. Ugh. Not looking forward to it.