I took my head from off the glass,

My nose plastered at an unatural point,

I take a deep breath and swallow,

The ice crystals forming on my eyelashes.


I keep my head up, and after class,

I sift my fingers through little lumps of laundry lint.

They take a step, and I follow;

Eyes focused, while in passing.


Our shadows cross, and I turn my head,

I put my foot down, ahead and intent,

As debris leftover collects below;

I wish I had kept my head down.


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