She Taps Her Foot Waiting For My Reply
my back to the class,
i sneeze at white dust,
i attempt to cough
a single word…
it’s just one –
~
seems someone’s
erased
just one gray spot
~
i scratch my head,
until i cough cursive -
white on black.
~
…and the discourse continues
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