wb :

In the mornings we trudge tiredly up staircases
to freeze in the cold classrooms
where we have the content of our heads measured -
in arc-tangent and sine;
in the equation of a line.

why equals em ex plus see
or, reduced to a sum of ATP -

we sit in a row slumped behind bags and old jackets
pillowcases woven out of daydreams cushion our heads, exhausted from yesterday's real work,
which was the contemplation of how the pink clouds made the morning.


adam

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