3 Poems | Catherine Kyle

After Umpqua

1

I enter my classroom,
so similar to theirs.

English 101. Community
college.

My hands shake—really—
as I try to act normal.

Praying—really, praying—
that no one will be shot.

When 2:15 comes and they file
out chatting, I shut eyes and breathe.

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