>>I think that at the end you have
>>too much to write and even
>>if i lapped it all around the page
>>as I once did with a house,
>>you could not truely describe
>>it as anything but

>>>Fauxtrue

>>Truancy. Lies. Distractions.
>>too many distractions this
>>lunch room. Too many interferrences.
>>too many terrible things.

>>The girl who does not speak
>>sits near me. She can’t share
>>a table. She is true enough
>>to herself that after a month
>>and some odd days

>>Very odd

~

>>Those squigglies denote
>>a lapse in time Time. Time. Time.
>>Fan on. It’s hot in here.
>>Not nearly as sad as before.