whose rightful place is here beside me–
who’s no, literally, that smart,
but like, people see the
name of the high school and just
throw out the application—
what is there to say?
what is there to do but smile until
you can leave the room and let the tears fall,
make some worksheets that feel,
if not pointless then
a styrofoam sword when
the world calls for steel–
and try to get enough sleep.