I sit in my
Small plastic chair
In my isolated one-house
School room

The empty alarm rings
A protean tune for two

Me, sat still
Legs folded, the smell of pencil shavings in the air
And you, running through the hallway
Breakneck speed, lips parted, teeth bared

Do it to me because
You have to
Because I am a fool

Not quite tall enough to
Take it from you