turns back to us,
Leslie beside me,
the cheers are too loud, the TV is nothing more than a rumble beneath the students' talk.
What happened?
She holds up a camera, grins at us.
He won.
She caught it, my reaction, on tape.
Fuck.
I'm scared.
My hands are shaking.
Paper bag
charcoal
my homework.
Staring down at it
my hands won't do it
purpose lost
so many places are overjoyed
so many shots of
happy tears
I watch
I swallow,
The boy in front is coloring the map blue
I watch
Still my hands will not do their work.
All I can wish
is good luck to him
I'm scared.
