Tinny, Cedar Waxwing birds’ giggles;
common among the scents of
pencil shavings and bleach.
Navigate these halls
that are always just a touch too narrow
for all the adolescent victims.
They push, swim, to class,
camouflage the pinches, trips-
don’t you know the stage-whispers
while instructors stand “at ease”
next to their classroom door
with occasional soft rebukes