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Phoning It In

Teenagers, late spring
hauling bodies to school
and not much else
Spirits effervesced through
the acoustic tile ceilings
Minds napping
Souls already far away
from high school—
wandering deserts,
fast food franchises,
leafy college campuses
Their only visible move
those busy texting thumbs
sending the only explanation
They can offer,
one common Message
from every phone
over and over:
I am
Out of Here.

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