frost over

Childish?

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"6th Period"

And so it began
As if we were in grade school
"Do you like me?
Circle 'yes' or 'no' "
Passing you feigned courage
And all my insecurities
In passing you that note.
Some teacher, some Creator
Demanding attention at the front of the room
Trying to tell us something
We would surely memorize now
But never use later or when it was too late.
Our little island-like desks, our lives
With scribbles all over from the older folks--
They are old and worn, but they are ours for now.
I'm squirming in my seat, wishing all the time
That it were lunch or recess
Or after-school specials and paper airplanes.
My head is buried in my arms, ears open
When the blessed bell rings
And my declaration has returned to me
From the vast classroom sea
Neatly folded with a secret
And a round shape drawn inside.

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Currently Listening:  "Sealion" -- Feist.  Her album The Reminder is candidly refreshing.

Corresponding lyricism:  "Sea lion woman -- she drink coffee, she drink tea, and a rooster crows.  Sea lion woman dressed in red, smile at the man when you wake up in his bed..."