The teacher collapsed
into a tempest migraine
rubbing her temples
in a clockwise motion
behind her desk,
presumed ************
her thoughts or bleeding.
She imagined her definite
white existence in a plane
of iodine and tumbleweeds
The children heard the moans
groans and the creaks
grouped tones
like old floor boards
kept secret in the attic
Turbulent lessons
creeping slowly up
over your shoulder
and into your ear
and out the mouth
a siren explosion
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
The teacher collapsed
into a tempest migraine
rubbing her temples
in a clockwise motion
behind her desk,
presumed ************
her thoughts or bleeding.
She imagined her definite
white existence in a plane
of iodine and tumbleweeds
The children heard the moans
groans and the creaks
grouped tones
like old floor boards
kept secret in the attic
Turbulent lessons
creeping slowly up
over your shoulder
and into your ear
and out the mouth
a siren explosion
