Richard Zhou // THE LIFE OF MY BIOLOGY TEXTBOOK

For days I sit

Here under the crushing weight

Of an ever growing pile of useless papers

Never to see the light of the lamp above until

The night before the test.

Hastily, then

My entire body

Yanked out from the bottom of the pile

And slammed onto the cold, wooden desk

After which

For many hours

I fall victim to the careless

Rigorous turning of pages

And searing pencil scratches.

Then,

Late in the night,

I return to the pile –

A prison, where I lay in solitary confinement,

And sob to myself.

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