Alyssa Pinkston
tears drip down my face
under my mask
over my lips
into my mouth
burnt coffee and saline
nauseating
coating the membrane
and going straight to my brain
testing center and the only thing being tested
is how long i can sit in the unadorned room
between the dividers
and cry onto my laptop
and no one is the wiser
i'm supposed to be observed
but can't get a tissue
but the moment i pull out my phone
it becomes an issue.
how long can i sit in cube number 5
before i lose my mind?
something about the testing center is an experiment on humans
an examination of willpower
i wonder if they're going to sanitize this desk after I leave
my nose is runny and i can’t tell if it’s from
the cold,
my crying,
or if i still have covid.
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