Jitters
I daydream the same
thing before each class:
I’m scanning groceries
and the prices look
familiar: $23.58,
$24.16, $39.81.
Fibonacci or
geometric sequences.
Easy life, pushing buttons.
Then the bell rings.
I take attendance, begin.
Every second is either
a betrayal when I fail
to be perfect or a moment
of naked openness
when someone smiles
real hard because they learned
something new and then blush
because of how hard
they’re smiling.
