Exam Season

I’m using my bank card
as a bookmark, and I’m skimming,
skimming.
Right now, that bank card won’t be good
for much else, see.

I’m planning ahead and I’m swapping
stories with myself in my head about her and me.
I’m wrapping myself up in my shawl
and I’m shivering,
shivering
here in the same way
I’ll shiver next province over
with prairie dust in my lungs,
cats at my feet.

I’m counting down the days between exams
and the days until I see her again.
They’re almost the same, see.
I’m calling out to her and my heart is skipping,
skipping.