tick tick tick tick tick tick
          tock
let the mouse run up the clock and down my arms
with its little paws jumping over the paperclips in my fingers and the rock in my
chest
where my heart is supposed to be beating
there is an egg timer
ticking
tick tick tick tock
tick tick tick tock
tick tick tick tock
i know the hatred in my eyes is clear
i know it is plain
and you can read it
and i know my stares are obvious knives
straight across the ugly yellow
grandaunt room with the eager blue
boy desks and the kid in front of me on his iPhone while
we all sit back and suffer
and enjoy the ride