In class,
my mind plays gymnastics.
She likes a book more than me?
She likes a hard wooden seat
better than the grass
and the gang?
Ms Arthur wrote twenty questions
in her flowing handwriting on the board.
I answered them,
easy,
one after the other,
in my notebook.
I looked at Laura
sitting in the third row
and I asked my own questions,
and spent the afternoon
not answering them.