PithyFish

i sit at my desk.

a student whines from a classroom across the hall. a teacher yells.

something crashes. another student cries.

someone is throwing up in the bathroom.

an old man is fighting with a woman in the street below

and all i hear is “waegookin,” “waegookin,” coming from the whispering mouths in the front office.

so i begin to count the month in hours.