it is forever raining
I am gazing out the window
I see myself a child again
standing before my classmates,
my hand put out
I am sweating
my cheeks are flushed
the teacher slaps me with a wooden ruler
on the palm
that will teach you a lesson
he cries out
next time you shall pay attention in class
instead of staring out the window
I feel ashamed
my hand starts swelling slowly
it is warm
it is hot
it is the size of the teacher's hand
I am like a puppy that only opens its eyes
after it has learnt to whine
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