Untitled by Scout Noel

i wonder if my professor sees his daughters in us

the tired girls in the front row with their chins resting on their arms

their eyes glazed, far away

am i really still that much of a child?

do i sink into myself entirely?

disappear from sight disappear from mind

becoming something else

smaller and younger than i am

but not too small

not too young

nevertheless my feet will barely touch the ground when i sit in my seat

and the baby fat on my cheek will never disappear

a lingering thing

desperate to stay, just like i am