Beginning each piece again and again
Hoping that I will blend into another
Invisible
Feeling bad for talking
Thinking you’ll hear me
Head down
While a backpack pushes
Arms numb with the weight
Of work
Unread books
Deodorant stains
Staring at the floor
Dodging gum
Out in the rain
Sprinkles crinkling hair
Too much spit in tubes
In the midst of chapped lips
Playing the oboe in class
The teacher says
Put your shoulders back.
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