Late for a test that I never remember
About ethical theories, pancakes and Chopin
Watercolor consequences
Bernini's stone gods
And my pet hedgehog
Desperately I sail the straits of Lot B
Wholly convinced I'd never been to class
Except maybe once
Handed a syllabus with words like roaches
That scattered when I looked
I find the building, drop anchor
Find claustrophobic walls squeezing
Warping the floor
Tiles roll, crest and break and I'm
Tossed
Outside at the window I see
They're laughing, all of them
Because I'm not there, never had been
Except maybe once
On roach word day
Briny hands slip from the knob
And I wonder
What am I missing?
And I fear
What have I missed?
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