you carve your name into the tree
you piss in the open field in the middle of the day
you steal a pack of Sweet Tarts from right under the cashier's nose.
you don't go to classes for a whole week.
you think you have nothing to say
but really, you have a well of mourning.
it's been there since the moment
Mrs. Drury slapped her hand down on your desk
when you were looking out the window
while everyone was reading.
she said you had no shame.
you eventually came to
see
she was the one who had none.
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