Marie Viloria Poet Free verse

Arts and Crafts

I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers

And I irritatedly look 
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands

and is now laughing
hysterically

and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time

Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on my shirt

and I try to ignore
the strange boy sitting next to me
and I continue trying
to finish my paper-mache
end-of-year project

and then he paints my arm
and I paint his hair
and soon I am covered
in a thin layer
of blue paint and glue

and I think to myself...

Art class sucks.

~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: ANYTHING HANDMADE

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