My Plan
I’m scared to write an essay.
The computer I’m sitting at is humming and the wood under my wrists are vibrating
I’m waiting to be picked up from school because everything is terrifying and large and loud
Noises
That seem to spill out of their face
And into the air
The typing I’m doing
Like a click to a gun when you slide it in place
“Do you have a plan?”
Yes I do.
This poem is about:
Me