of a year

much of it alone

i don’t know how to

relate

i have felt the eyes on my face

the eyes of two judges

me and them

and i did not feel

love

for i am

a place on your notebook that you erase and erase and erase

and the pencil still won’t rub off and there’s so much

eraser gunk

you brushed me off the paper and i’m in bits on the floor