Catch Some Wide Eye

Wood


i stare at my desk, head down
eyes following the lines in the fake wood
the way my fingers followed them
on church pews, crouched down in the hush
the sonoric sound of a priest conducting mass
and the general solemnity hovering over me
that had no meaning in my life
other than being something important i didn’t understand.

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