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

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