#19:
Considering the length at which you
would jeer and patronize education,
it was an unpleasant surprise to
spot you in the library.
I undid my step, moved reverse to hide
by the nearest shelf and, through the gaps,
I knew you knew someone was there.
Well, I successfully made that worse,
I mused.
I turned and ducked and grabbed the largest book
into which I hid my face. My mind elsewhere,
my eyes focused on the pages before me; sports.
Considering the length at which I
would jeer and patronize these guys, I thought,
this would be a poor way to be caught.
I replaced the book in an awful mess and noticed
the sleeve of your dress rounding the corner.
Impetus rocketed me into the next row
as my mind scrambled for a sensible treatise
should I be forced to say hello.
A long aisle lay before me, and my hasty feet
hurried forward.
The sound of your sandals
followed behind, ominous and steady,
drumming a story towards its ultimate scandal.
I could feel the steely searching gaze
on the back of my head and hoped
my hair had grown longer since those
unfortunate days.
I lowered my head and walked with
ardent intent, so sure that you
were aware of the heightened foolishness!
At the end of the row, I turned and
sprinted.
I grabbed another heavy book,
and sat at a table, almost among a study group.
And imagine my despair to realize I could not flee!
Your steady drumbeat turned the same corner
and was bearing down on me!
I could not stand! I could not hide!
Discovery, shame, and my poor pride!
Lay your hand on my trembling shoulder,
oh, skeletal hand of death!
My treasonous eyes disobeyed my will
and lifted to watch
the axe fall of my beheader.
But I did not recognize her at all.
A tingle lingered from my dismembered scalp
to my disembodied limbs.
My eyes focused on the pages before me; self-help.
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