left like tissue

crumpled on the floor

cast away

soiled

inside and out

 

a light bulb

in the hands of a toddler

you enter my class

 

you watch with

wet wool

winter coat eyes

heavy distrust

 

my usual bag

of magician’s tricks

fail to draw you in

 

how can I build

a bridge

to connect with

this painful

foreign place

 

books

 

praise be to the engineers

 

Myers

Pelzer

Hopkins

Hamilton

Alexie

Cooney

McCormick

 

take my hand

we will make the journey

together

 

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