fluorescent white
a plastic chair
heavy so michael can’t throw it
i pick at my food
soggy french toast
a tin of apple juice
all on my tray
plastic cutlery
a knife included
although you can’t use
it even if
the ridges are sharp enough
they count the utensils
i toss it, uneaten
it’s only thirty percent
but i’m not on edp
not like emelin and chloe
the hall monitor eyes me
but i slumber back into bed
a bag of stale cheetos lays on my desk
a stash of empty apple juice containers
novella says they have oreos back in stock