I am at peace
Still a little sugar high
From too many M & Ms
I feel a little thing
The Starburst in Chemistry
Stuck in my throat
I lift my left hand and am comforted
To hear a little tinkling
Like small bell bracelets on my wrist
I wish I had worn contacts
My glasses get dirty easily
My stomach’s rumbling
M & Ms weren’t enough
A slight shuffling comes from around me
As people shift and think and write
I listen to the smooth glide of skin against paper
As I think of what’s next
I worry about the homework I have
And think of how it can wait ‘til tomorrow
The floor creaks and squeaks
Almost protesting another foot weight
As the teacher walks by,
I sit and wonder.


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