Her Voice Is Grating
Her voice is grating. It comes through the walls.
Loud and gritty, it gives me a backache.
I can barely tolerate it.
I am so glad she is only assigned to this school for two days.
Every single word of her day comes through loud and proud.
And her voice never stops talking. She talks all day long.
The entire seven and a half hours of it.
I feel my neck stiffen up.
Wishing it was Monday, a day she does not show up.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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