the early bell

how easy it was
to put my head down in study
hall, upon the hard desk,
the first class of the day
and sleep.
to dream about a girl
who may or may not know that
I existed.
my face creased from
my folded arms, boxed ears
from elbows,
red faced and mashed,
going down
the hall to the next
class
when the bell rung.
we all needed more sleep.
it was too early
to learn, to think about
anything
but girls. not much
has changed.