morning just as clear/ yet i remain a little blury not unlike when the rain gets in your eyes or the fog between your teeth/ i arrive before they do/ with their cigarettes and coffee and groaning/ we have different school rules/ we would do social distancing, but most of us are suicidal anyway, and there is never enough room never ever never ever ever, i would get us a bigger space but we would be far more visible that they would tolerate or the community tolerate them, so we go under the radar, and even if we made distancing a rule, they would not follow it/ like they obey the rule to only masterbate on alternate days/ their night of sex still in their sleepy eyes/ the schools that you would know have real rules/ like the hall pass rule/ we have make believe rules/ it would be a fantasy to believe we live up to any rules at all/ following rules is not what we do/ our only steadfast rule is that homicide is not okay/ i would prefer that they keep their clothes on, but no one gives a fuck what i prefer/ other than that, the rules change/ daily/ because they have to make their own rules because that is who they are/ you can accept that reality or go home/ do not look to me to be the authority figure because i do not want that job i’m stupid but not that stupid/ it wouldn’t work/ sometimes i come back at midnight to try and remember what was said that day/ or not/ articulated/ living as we do inside not the rules but one another/