Skipping Class

Sometimes
You have to stay in bed all day
And study the face of the person sleeping next to you.
As you watch the sun change the color
Of the room every hour,
You listen to footsteps on floorboards
Of the apartments upstairs
And to the right of you.
They remind you that the world out there is still turning
While in here
The only things turning are your bodies
Under bed covers.
You examine the caterpillars
Crawling on the brow ridges evolution gave him,
Observe how the signs of age are replaced by youth
As he sleeps.
Count the pores,
And the number of hairs
Growing on his chin.
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Try to synchronize.
Your legs, your arms, your hands
Hold each other.
Try to become one.
Erase the lines.
It's good to skip your morning classes
Sometimes.