September 17, 2006

Three hours
& my hands inch
towards the phone.

The ticking of the classroom pendulum
attempts to lullaby
my anxiety to sleep.

But to sit still
is harder than thinking of
the situation.
I just cannot,
will not
pretend.

I'd rather tap the beat
of miscalculation
with my sandals on this
lack-luster classroom floor.

Shapes.
Words.
Smiles.
Scrape past my focus
like speeding cars through
the gridlock;

(all I see.)