Florescent light shades my skin gray,
this I blame on malnutrition.
Every student should know
what I heard-
can relive the toothache
that scury can bring.
Blind, I balance pros and
by not drinking, I'm saving money,
but to mention, to note,
the braincells that I'm depriving
of their brave and timely death.
The tug of war unheeded continues
and my polish will chip
before the dense light of a pulp filtered sun
the stretch of nothern light turns my flesh
inside out and back again.
My veins have never been so magical
before I came
to the north.