there are two of them. one in the room next door. one down the hall and around the corner. they have clean classrooms. good skin. no great skin. really it glows. there is something cool and calm about them. they radiate newness. like the weight of the blank blue-lined sheets in a fresh notebook. or the matte sheen of a drying chalkboard. it's a quiet shine. they are dependable. sturdy. familiar.
it's tempting to tear them apart. they're too smooth and neat. it would be nice to see them break just a bit. a crack here. a buckling there. i cannot make sense of them. i want to pull apart their pieces so i can see how they were built. but their surfaces are so seamless that i couldn't. i wouldn't know where to start. where to inch in and start pulling.
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