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.