In a Chair
It's 1991 and I sit at the absurdly
large computer.
Neon, blinding screens and
Oregon Trail.
The short,
dumpy teacher with a fish-like name
yells out,
"Do you think you're on vacation!?
SIT UP!"
I had dared to not sit properly,
undiagnosed
ND, ASD, ADHD,
anxiety.
I sit up straight.
I feel embarrassed and ashamed.
I think of this often,
as my five-year-old self
attends a frigid and
lonely school.
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