New school blues

In the dream I am in my underwear

and we are in a crowded public square

this time of year, this going back to school

time we are all of us in our underwear

in our dreams looking down, wondering

why we left the house like that? wondering

what it means to feel so exposed

wondering when will we ever grow out

of this feeling of being new? and judged,

like produce, like livestock.



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