I lumber past full classrooms
Sniffing for ripe berries.
I try to claw tree bark from
The bench in the hall
To pick grubs from their burrows.
I try to lick lines of termites
From the painted brick walls
I like the way they bite my
Lips as I chew. I want to
Gorge myself on fresh trout,
But the only thing streaming
Down these halls are other
Students that ready themselves
To sleep through the bleak days
Of ten page reports
And last minute cram sessions.
We are bear so we can
Hibernate through finals
And wake up in the workforce.
therichardbraxton 