Shall we watch Coraline again?

If I lean my ear on the table
I hear the scribbles
And whispers of class

My eyes follow the horizon;
I see the soft wood dimple

With words from kids
With empty on their minds
And Tim Burton films in their inhalers

Why I was late to school

Wake up
To electrodes on you
Plugged in
Charging up
Or don’t wake up at all

My lungs shook
Dialing three digits
And waiting for the pick-up

Yes, hello
Yes, meadow lane,
A car, yes,
Um, he’s alright
I think, yes. He is.
He is.

The crumpled wheel snapped
Like those crackers you get at church
With the wine
No, the grape juice

Too sweet
And stale
And probably
What electrodes
Would taste like

Carrot sticks, raisins and cartons of milk

Duels between lightsabers
and rounders bats
Dandelion fluff
in heads of sunny hair
Prickly grass
that stuck to the backs of our sweaty fleeces
We carried miniature crowns
on our pinkies
And rearranged the vegetables on our plates
into smiley
smiley faces.
You asked me what my childhood was like
And I could only tell you
In games of consequences
And bulldog.