#NaPoWriMo Day 21 : Literature Class

I sit at the back of the class
Sorting out my King Lear pages
Falling of my desk
Where lies my Chinua Achebe autobiographia?
Tiny desk.

Brush it all off while
I sleep on the wing
Temperature rise highest against the wind, not
with it

Pop quiz on Gloucester's mishap
While I imagine myself as Mark Twain in the next life.
O' this literature class.