you could hear
the unprepared panic
of the quiet one
sitting way in the back,
hair strand nervously
tucked behind an ear
sandglass nerves
resonate with clicking heels
slow, up one way and down
each military aisle,
single file
heads bent
try, fail, erase, try,
face glued to paper biopsy
no eye stretching,
reaching outside, into
another's assay
never a head movement
oh, never that
or the invigilating
clickity heels
might see, might
get her
very big ruler out
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