What You Ask For

They scattered us, and I embraced

the hammer blows that webbed


through our frame.

I thought we were a wagon wheel

spinning on

an endless muddy groove.

I relished

the break.

The restart was a white knuckle


to a metal edge that


into my fingers.


I went unseeing into the tumult

and 24 desks pressed too close,

gave no room to breathe.

I thought –

my career will


in this

coffin classroom.

I miss them now,

our quilt unwoven.

We are pieces – bleeding

at our



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