Day One, Second Period

So, I told my class, via an essay. Here's what I wrote. A poem I wrote, rather. The essay is too much for today.

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Everybody knows now.

Come into class, see almost 20 pairs of eyes

Look away, because

They don’t know what to say now.

My class is like pinhole-camera paper.

All clear and pristine

In one collective cardboard box

And then if somebody pokes a hole

It changes their reality

And if you develop them

There’s nothing there

Because knowledge wipes away

Everything that they know.

People who don’t know

What to say

Wash around me in the halls

Like a confused ocean

On Saturn

With a few too many moons.

Eye contact is ok.

Eye contact is ok.

Eye contact is ok.

I keep secrets far too long

So now please don’t avert me.