Wink Quieter

Taking a test I have not 

studied for.

The class with a screaming 

silence.

A silence I have only heard 

when talking to my dad 

about my rap career.

Focus thin. 

My mind like Wile E Coyote,

staring off into the void of the classroom,

until my teacher meets my line of sight.

Along with a belligerent gaze,

I throw an inaudible wink her way.

Both knowing I’m lost.

Both knowing

the wink was weird.

The test flirting with me

with her big words,

her colorful scantron,

and her silver staple

stealing my attention 

as it glimmers in the light.

I wish I was more prepared 

for this chance encounter.

All I can do is sit there

mogging the class,

as I confidently fail this midterm.