automatic lights and lawn mowers

today is monday. it's 10.43 in the morning. my oats are in my chest and i came to university without a pen. i am a failing brain. i am an unprocessed police check ready for an express yourself next day delivery adrenalin ping. there's so much bed hair in this computer lab, all on my head.

i came to university without a pen.
with no pen in my bag, behind my ear, hanging out the corner of my lip like a ciggy, i came to uni.
rode the 86 from the south end of bourke street without a pen.
i'm at university without a pen.
no pen.
liz: 1
pen: 0