Too much coffee –

                      Or is it the space between –

       Not enough but not too much?

                         Too much of something, though,

                                                     Pero quien sabe lo qué.

My eyes dart around my face.

                                        I have no control

              They see Spanish letters

                                   Dancing on the whiteboards

Pictures of proud people

                             Showing off their beautiful lives

             Laugh at me –

                           Everyone looks dead.

I squint as though

                       It will make mud into water

        It is pointless,

                      Just like the purple and white

Backpack hanging on the wall labeled

                 “PHS EMERGENCY KIT Room #13”

   If we need it, chances are it’s already too late.

We’re dead just like everyone

           Great mind of every other generation

It’s our turn.

               I am too tired today to focus

       On la séptima lección.

                         I’m hungry

                 And low

                        Today I’m not high