A poem about burnout, since I’ve been experiencing it since March 31 (the day I found out I was accepted to Princeton University) and just want to be done with school already.

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The grease from your elbow pours into the frying pan

Can’t start to stop, can’t give up now

How? Seems like the burners rise to the highest setting

Forgetting it’s human

Doing and undoing the work submitted

Omitting the fact that the stove appeared

Here to control yourself, control that restless heart,

Part of yours that pours into the frying pan

Can you smell the burnt defeat?

The feat you so affectionately call burn out?

Thank you for being you!

Avery Danae


This poem was originally written during the New Jersey Performing Arts Center (NJPAC) Adult Poetry Workshop.