cathartic cleanup

Sociology papers covered in red ink
Dated three years ago
Yes, three YEARS ago.
Smells of a different era
Crisp shirts, blue skirts
The feeling of dread manages to envelope
The smell of the ghosts of the past
the past
past
(past)
of when i never belonged
(belonged).

I got a 68
My neat blue scrawl dominates
The page full of tiny red squiggles
“This is not the right answer.”
“See me!”
68 wasn’t so bad.
For her it was.

The beginnings full of promise.
The end of lost hope.
But in a way, it ended how it began.
I can laugh at it now.
And how.
Surely, that counts.