Rose
Today
is Monday.
The glass
of my window
in my bedroom
is freezing
but my room
is cozy warm.
But now
I'm in the living room
with Ms. Stella
trying to convince her
that today
I'm sick
and I don't want
to go to school.
But
Ms. Stella
won't listen.
She grabs my hand
and uses them
to communicate
with sign language
because this
is too much
for braile
to handle.
Nobody has time
to take out a piece
of paper
poke holes in it
throw it away
and repeat.
No.
Whatever she tells me
I shake my head
not wanting
to listen.
I don't want
to go to school
today.
Ms. Stella's hands
are cold
which means
it's snowing outside.
I don't want
to go outside
when it's snowing.
Ms. Stella's voice
is faint and urgent
with power and authority
laced in her elegance
but I am persistent.
I don't want
to feel the stares
lingering on my back
when I pass the halls
when I'm in the classroom.
I don't want
to smell
Caleb near me
when I pass the halls
when I'm in the classroom
with him.
It would only
make me more sad
and more guilty
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