They’ve gotten my classes crisscrossed
sulking here swallowing the wrong,
compacted in the regular classroom.
in a seat that calls my name
not here in this kingdom of knights
whose eyes eat me when my mouth spills out the wrong answer.
Test questions roar like a lion protecting their kill
and I know my mind better than school does.
Who owns the hands that placed me here?
Lean into my drift, my daze in class
I hum a moth’s melody in the backseat of the sky
rolling over ghost braille
carving my name backwards in unicorn letters
I don’t belong here.
Maybe hallway, a twist, a fostering
for uncommon minds, mine,
to ride short colorful waves of attention,
magic from time to time.