The Distractions

Come back, or get out.

You are

the trickle

of sweat

 

that runs down the back of my neck

while i'm trying to focus.

All of a sudden, the little hairs you're sitting next to

start dancing.

And my attention is now on you.

Everything I was doing is cast aside,

forgotten about,

just to feel you fall down

into the collar of my shirt.