She didn't clean it up.
Blue everywhere.
I went over to help her
She didn't know me.
She smiled, her lips blue.
I smiled back.
I handed her a towel;
She cleaned.
The teacher wasn't looking.
Her hair was short,
Like a bob.
The ends of it blue.
Her silver nails touch my hand
In thanks.
I went back to myseat.
My friend looked at me.
I looked back.
He looked at the blue girl,
The towel still in her grasp.
He raised an eyebrow at me;
I shook my head.
Blue girl stared at her pen,
Broken in half,
The insides spilling out,
Slowly then all of it gone,
Wiped away like it wasn't there
In the first place.
Blue still on her mind.
