IV. Clyde Ten fifty-two a.m.: I mopped linoleum Checkered red and white. In thirty-eight minutes, I had lunch for fifteen. Unzipped backpacks Staggered the hallway Like chess pieces. I held wooden handle; Mop’s bleached Dreadlocks dragged. I walked by lockers Tinted charcoal, Framed by dust. My cleaning supplies Crowded girl’s bathroom sink top. Eight minutes till...
April | 4 | Clyde
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