Thursday, November 12, 2015

7434. SIDWELL DAY SCHOOL

SIDWELL DAY SCHOOL
Your sheer stockings are filling this room
with light, I swear. There's no other way out
for me. I am captive to my whims. A few kids
are squirming  -  the rich, expensive kind, the
kids who want for nothing. Squirming is so 
unlike them. But who cares, for I am watching 
you. And yes, he entire idea is working : you, 
the 'teacher' in the front, performing for me, an
'auditor' in the back  -  in unfashionable clothes,
myself, I come with but some pencils and a
tablet  -  the old kind, of course, of paper.

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