you’re right
there are poems
they aren’t nice
but there’s no way
you read them
one slur
one cuss
one moment of frustration
and i’m gone
until you see me in august
right there beside you
or will i be placed
as before
at the back of the room
my own seat
my own misery
uselessness surrounding me?

you
ARE
in
the
nightmares
of
rejection

with that stupid click
of one
cold
button.