You hasten to campus just after first.
Tardies sidle indoors like roaches under stoves.
Each room is the first cupboard you search
that never has what you’re looking for
an assortment of small details that
never get sorted, the wrong screwdriver
and creased baggie of nails, some hard candy
and sundry batteries that might still be good
but probably you’ll never find out.
There is an answer to every question
and if you get it wrong, if you haven’t
got it right, it will get you. And you. And you.