it’s 9 a.m., first french class
the room is cold
below my waist, there is a wormhole
but madame doesn’t know
my breath smells like old tea
& muted is my mind
when the breakout room just begins.
i have yet to expire
but i’m losing
touch
check the mic over and
again but can’t stop
watching people pretend to watch
the shared screen
but the clock
misses 11 & i grow moss
over my couch
first and second hand embarrassment
is just too
too much.
Dion Anja is an English literature bachelor from Istanbul, Turkey. She self-published her debut poetry collection in 2020. She can be found as thedionyrtal on Twitter.