Textbooks and Text Messages

Somewhere between the biology textbook,
and the text messages on the screen,
Lies me, or some part of me,
Hearing nothing, seeing nothing
But my eyes staring back at me in the mirror.
If only I could place my world
In a box with the books and bags
And letters and pictures
And baby shoes
And carry it out the door.
I don't know where I'd take it,
But I can't stay here,
Caught by obligations
Between the biology textbook
And the text messages
Someone needs my help,
But I'm off elsewhere,
With my eyes in the mirror,
Self-involved by the weariness
Of being needed nightly
In a world without wonders. 

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