Issue 12 | Summer 2024 |



Purple hair. Nostrilized silver balls.
Eastern calligraphy writ on wrist.

Jeans riding low, skirts rising barely
within the confines of the dress code:

These days, I must attend to the others,
the properly groomed and dressed.

Hands folded, they sit in perfect rows,
patient with buffering PowerPoints

and videos. Their No. 2 pencils,
bayonet sharp. Their blackened ovals,

neat and dark as their own polite suffering.