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caricatures, but i will miss the days when
the desks are both manuscript and manifesto, i walked to my classroom and saw
museum and meme. the soft sunlight spread on those desks
like a blanket, those desks

on slower days, rigid plastic softens into no longer waiting, 4
white pillow for the sleep-deprived, waiting for the morning to come. ―
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and for faster ones, it stretches into a ᚥ
drumhead ၾ
ज़
made for anxious fingers and chewed
၅
pencils to tap, tap until ―
they hear a heartbeat, until a
heart beats.

desks don't talk, but they listen.
rounded edges responding to the days we felt

dull, when we wanted to sharpen ourselves
like a pencil, shaving off our edges
until we could leave a charcoal mark on the
world.
for now, leaving it on the desks would suffice.

and when i leave,
i know there are more desks to come.

ones not slightly wobbly, or worn,
or unforgettably forest green.

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