she is airforce ones this girl
airforce ones and jean jacket in 8am class
frequently she is late
asleep
rifling through her bag
arranging papers
she little girl headband
purple to match her shirt
relaxer fresh and new on her scalp
she is rail thin
small
but i sense fire in her
she is wound tight as a rubberband
ready to snap at a moment's notice
and welt the skin of those sitting too close
she is slouched in her chair 
sinking into the gray twine and metal it is composed of 
she is the professors example today
the example of subsystems and transactions
she has nodded off again
her mind drifting out of class 
and back into the dreams that embraced her the night before
she is brown
dipped in blakness and confidence
she is few words
and money questions about this career she attends class for
she is sporadic note taker
constant sleep getter
manages to appear in concentration
even as her conciousness wanes and her mouth slacks
and the professors words drone into a lullaby
she is done listening
done pretending
she is airforce ones this girl
one with her sleep...