Finger tips tapping the surface of the secretary’s desk, dirty stuffed animals on the floor, dreaded pictures of people in certain kinds of chairs, the sound of your brother’s name. Phew! Not yours. Then the elbow tap and a huffy voice saying “you’re going first.”
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"