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.

Photo by KWON JUNHO on Unsplash

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…