Wasn’t it just the other day
we were running around during recess
making silly wagers and playing dumb games,
sometimes even leaving fate up to
rock, paper, scissors-

Or was it when we were at lunch
talking amongst our fellow peers
all experiencing the same metamorphosis,
or scheduled angst and confusion,
where we would hide secrets or steal food
unless we were defeated.
Rock, paper, scissors-

It could’ve even been during our final stretch.
Where individual classes...