wait! the beat from the fan
is cold: the dead air coming from
the vents as the summer heat filters in
the fluorescent barrage frightens those
who have yet to see the stage before them—
those who keep their blankets over their heads
until mommy says it's okay to look.

they don't understand, the will never
understand; skip the lesson and
let's keep this kosher.

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