Prompt: (Using Skyler’s National Poetry Month Prompts) – What did you do last night? Don’t tell us, show us. A gentle tap on the phone, the clock screams 7:02 pm on the screen. My supervisor talks incessantly, I’m ignorant but I nod and feign. Silently thinking of home, where I desperately wish to retreat, Where I’ll step into my pee-jays, comfort food I’ll eventually eat. The numbness in my leg grows, reminds me I’m still here, Why are people still talking to me, I can’t fathom and think any clear. Maybe it’s the nostalgia of April, the month of poetry and summer, The daily urge to return home sooner, is turning…