Middle School Library

computer hard drives buzz
like a far off
swarm of flies

she whispers—bitch
through teeth white
as crisp, new paper

the bell is about to ring

she whispers—slut
smile wide enough to
crack her face

she whispers—whore
her painted skin
smooth as a stone

my lungs swell—expel
air—and shrink back to breathless

as her straight back and swiveling
hips carry her away