I actually wrote a poem about silence when there was a prompt about sound… so here’s silence, take 2.
I gaze at my hand in silence and for the first time I notice
how the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria
reflect in my almost-perfectly-applied fake nails.
I wonder if Big Brother is watching me
as I write this poem during an in-service
on my school-issued MacBook Air.
Probably not, because the school is too engaged
in SGOs SGOs SGOs SGOs
and apparently I am too
because FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF OCTOBER
the majority of my damn poems
have been somehow connected to my life
in the classroom,
outside the classroom,
and how the classroom has been infiltrating my brain.
I’m all over the place,
but grounded by my teacher life
as it takes over my existence.
Also, I just noticed that my ring is shiny
because I bought it in college
when I was unemployed, hungry, and broke
and accessories were more important than food
and now it has turned my ring finger
a nice shade of turquoise green.
I need a coffee break.