I almost forgot about you today
as I sat on my desk.
A sizable spill of coffee
shot me to my feet.

Holding up my mocha-soaked notebook
like an unclaimed diaper.
Dozen eyes found me at once,
the hot seat meant to bring shame to a boy breaking his social contract.

Attention for **** living,
by the pain receded
I stood to in place
then imagined you leaving me.