The week has been so long and yet it’s only a Tuesday.
I’m sitting at a desk with broken ears,
The teacher’s words float out the door before I read them,
my head bowls a strike on the pins on the desk.
My needy body years for water but foggy eyes
Brings the water down my neck and onto my shirt.
A kid behind me snickers. I turn around, he smirks at me, I turn back
And suddenly my red face wakes up my mind.
I giggle at my bad luck, a kid in front of me turns
And we make eye contact. I give him an awkward smile,
but his face starts to flush as he avoids my gaze.
Odd. When I reach for my bottle, I notice his chromebook.
He’s writing a sonnet, I stare perplexed at the first line:
The week has been so long and yet it’s only a Tuesday.