The overhead projector monitor

She holds you by the edges,
desperate not to leave a smudge.
Her eyes are see-through, crisp.
Every word she says is clear and laid
gently like you’re the only one alive.
Look up and you will know what to say,
what to sing, what it means to be
in a room built for you to yell.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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