silence
thirty students and laptops
along the room's perimeter
a pile of backpacks
between the door and a bookcase
fingers on keyboards
like rain on a sidewalk
warm, stagnant air
of early afternoon
five heads on desks
between hoods and forearms
cold coffee in a thrift-store mug
by the keyboard on your desk
a pencil eraser on a desk
120 beats per minute
a whisper
a nod
silence
He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.
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