Listen—because right now
the solemn
popular anthem
of just
a few—rusted old
fan blades listlessly turning
and reverberating—softly
off
these repeating self-
similar cubes—
of itchy pastel cardboard-
bordered
limp plaster peeling—
and sticky brown
and beige-
flecked linoleum
floors and muggy drop-
ceilings—sounds to them
kind of
all-
like—dang dude!
the second day
of school—
sure isn't nearly—as cool
as the first.
