A day at school

Poema de crroma

For Willa



I run
against a wall.
A shotgun.
I fall
in pain.
The floor is lava.
My veins
no longer retain the drama
of my life.
Squared ceiling lights
undisturbedly shine
the hall.
With panicked eyes
on me,
they hide
behind classroom furniture,
hoping it will be
all right.