Three Weeks, Already

Tried a new position

Still gasping,

but with extra duty

Pick up. Push in. No touching.

There is no comfort in marching

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Walls, no windows, once were

comfort. March of the penguins

in cinderblock echoes

Flags. Hung. One for each student.

There's no comfort in moving.

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You are Leaving. First words spoke.

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All of it. Shoved into a box.

Black squares; White letters, Grid divided

Join. Turn on. Mute.

Block to block. Pier light shattered.

No comfort in breaking against sound.

.

Bars.

I want out.

Tried a new position

Three weeks, already

There is no comfort after a Friday in March

There is no more comfort in teaching

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