Page 11 - Chimera by Hannah Sheridan

Well maybe
He never looked over
this is a little Sad
too dabbing my pizza
passed by to the lunch line not noticing me
SITTING HERE
it’s
a sign
isn’t it? look down
casted fish line
gets all tangled stupid fumbling hands
pizza grease in Bob’s eye (sorry Bob) I’ve seen you in class
head in hand
doodle expanding triangles
engulf an entire corner in overlapping arrows to nowhere
man, Those eyes
I expect to be brown but they are blue blue and bright
you are looking at me? D E F I N I T E LY but now
gone i’m sitting here
a moment
alone with a saturated napkin and greasy Bob Ross wishing i didn’t
believe
in signs
anyway
oh boy