Poem: A Wednesday Night

I am a part of chorus,

And we had to stay afterschool for a concert,

We huddled together,

Tight around one table,

Singing pop songs we adored

With a dash of Adele.

We were supposed to be practicing our vocal cords,

But what did we care?

We took out the dry erase markers

And sketched Japanese anime creations

On the pristine white boards

Designed to hold algebra

During the normal school day.

We took photos of each other with our cellphones

(Just don’t tell)

Everyone dressed in uniform black pants or skirts,

And white blouses, and dark shoes.

A potted green plant sat on

The teacher’s desk

Where it had thrown out

Spidery offshoots

To tremble over the ebony drawers.

I glanced around.

Since no one was interested enough to be up to the job,

I took the desert pink pitcher

And watered it.