Heather Taylor

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Poem : After School

Child size chairs line the halls
too small for your frame
you sink to the floor
your knees between your legs.

I run the corridors
in search of brown paper
breaking rules only broken
for winter morning running clubs

a bag used for puppets and lunches,
that kindergarten mainstay,
the only solution to your panicked breath
a 10 year can provide.