up the tree. I got here; how
I don’t know. On my own accord as such,

but now I found myself stuck. I’m as
stuck as a *** of gum that’s been hardened

underneath the eaves of the desk. Forgotten once
classes have ended. They’ve all descended through

halls and long corridors, springing like juniper
bugs out the back and front doors. I resound

out enough to scare every critter on earth within
an earshot of my plea. Yet no one rescues me.