Senior Year (by Nancy Martin)
Blank unforgivable stares
in the black chair at her brown desk.
Dozens of hi’s and hello’s
ring out of her computer.
She looks at all their faces
in those tiny boxes,
stuck in their boxes,
living in their boxes,
the boxes she carries.
She carries these boxes in her pocket
till the weight bares down too hard
and they are put on a shelf,
where they collect dust.
in the black chair at her brown desk.
Dozens of hi’s and hello’s
ring out of her computer.
She looks at all their faces
in those tiny boxes,
stuck in their boxes,
living in their boxes,
the boxes she carries.
She carries these boxes in her pocket
till the weight bares down too hard
and they are put on a shelf,
where they collect dust.
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