when i am a fifth grader

i eat everything america & wrap
my voice in cylophane. the window
is a parable of snow. opening my desk
to find a president & a biological specimen.
outside everyone is rubber. drawing chalk lines.
pencil sharpener. i ask to go to the bathroom
& the bathroom vibrates static.
a police officer crosses his arms & points
to an empty chalk board. i nod like i understand. 
i make friends with dead birds at the playground's edge
& admit to them, "i don't know what to do 
at recess anymore." the birds say, "neither do we."