Back to school, I step in gum

you should have seen the moon last night. I hope you did. She was untouched. She was naked. The black felt night was cut. She a perfect circle behind it. What if there is more behind her? A woman robust in her hips, washing her body with bubbles, soap. The world full of peeping-toms. She doesn’t care. She likes showing skin. small slivers anyway.

I’m a student. curled into a wooden desk, blue plastic chair. I touch accidentally the gum before. The desks with empty bowl stomachs I like. Hiding silver swirl crayons and secrets. hunger keeps burping from its mouth. I don’t want someone to teach me how to write. teach me how not to write. only I can know how.