Broken Time
Sitting at the back of the class, watching the second hand tick,
it ticks really slowly, like it’s dragging gum around everywhere,
but when I look at you,
I swear, the damn thing is broken,
because no way it’s been that long,
since I started staring,
as I half hope you notice, and half hope you don’t,
but when you turn your head, and your eyes lock in,
that damn thing, I swear, it’s broken,
it’s stopped and I know I’m royally screwed.