Resentments
They called him to the office
by way of intercom
interrupting English Literature
a Walt Whitman treatment
He packed up his gear
and walked out the door candidly
the class sitting in near silence
wondering who the victim might be
A wallflower in the back row
fidgeting in her desk chair
giggling secretly to herself
furtively waving sayonara
march two thousand twenty-five
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