by Amber Counts
Someone’s nose whistles
As another clicks the push-button on his pen.
The air conditioner kicks on in a powerful hum:
Gale-force winds in miniature
To take the place of fresh air
Blast from the depths of dusty vents.
A tone, followed by an announcement:
“Pardon this interruption, teachers…”
A cell phone goes off, and another –
This one on silent, but its vibration just as loud.
I try to recall what point I wanted to make,
But the door creaks open.
An aide walks in with a note.
The girl quietly snoring
And drooling on her desk
All other eyes are on me
As I assess the note
And thank the aide for his interruption.