sleepy in math class. the room’s all chalk, the teacher coughs. eyes open but asleep? no, not actually asleep cause i see. all the students shift, morph into body blobs, sticky gum drops. i want to eat them cause i’ve not eaten since yesterday, but i don’t need food; my body’s full of sand, skin parched. when i move, i make sifting sounds.but life’s good, a comfortable slouch. i work mostly. & school? not so bad; its really just showing up & smiling when the teacher winks at you. i mean, i still don’t sleep, but considering i’m alive & healthy, i suppose i owe God something more than a shoulder shrug.