my feet leave the ground
^{up onto} a bench
make movements with my shoes
((pretend i can dance))
twirl, swirl, hum

wednesday; in september
averting my eyes from antony and cleopatra
school; grassed area
patches of dirt, concrete, my used tea bag
period one; a free lesson
a rarity

the sky looks as though
it
has
stopped

a sheet of blue
interrupted by a flood of clouds
the sea in the sky

point my toes,
chatter.
this is how it should be

honesty wavering in the air
shatter, shatter my sentences
a lost observation

it's cold
but not cold enough

you almost arrive.

i toss my tea into the grass
"eugh. i was right about the dirty cup."
i glance at the coffee rings
left behind
i knew i should have taken
my orange-spot mug

to chemistry.