Teacher's Lounge

I'm not really welcome in the teacher's lounge.
I know because I don't have a key.
But this school makes exceptions all the time.

So I use the bathroom-sometimes it is too
difficult to face "All white people are bitches-"
and I heat my leftovers
and I try to find the best response to the
conversation-
I was not invited to.

I never hear the names of my forty,
but they talk about them.
It's "Kyle, yeah you know him" with a nod
"he is late everyday" and
"what do you do with them when
they can't read an analogue clock?"

Two minutes left on last night's borscht
Maybe you could show him?
Obnoxious, Caroline

One minute fifty-six,
This school should offer basic math
Oh right, they do.

One minute fifty-four,
He could join my sessions, what is his name?
But you already stress too much-there are
only so many Gin and Tonics you can afford
per month.

One minute fifty-two and the chance is lost.
At least I haven't made too many people
dislike me here today and tomorrow the lounge
will be open
again.