My Blood Runs Cold
The lunchroom at a grade school
My blood runs cold imagining being asked
To dive in there and try to be recognized
As an adult
I am the school counselor
Not the principal
I do not “do” lunchrooms
The only job I would have more difficulty mastering
Would be school bus driver.
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