Gum. Mounting up in my upside-down world. A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place. Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning. Too late. It drags me in by a single strand of my hair. Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent. Sir’s voice; my learning;Continue reading “Gum: A Silly Poem”
