Her hands clutch the cell phone and
fiddle with the corners of the case.
Feet fidgeting under the desk, stuffed into socks and shiny flats.

She did not ask her phone to bring her an orchestra,

I still need to learn that I am not the very worst.
That I am not the only one with actions to regret.
That people don't walk by me thinking, She must have been cursed.

I was fearless. Untouchable. Knew who I was. What I wanted.
“Life is hard”? Yeah, maybe for
some but
not for me.
I had it all figured out.

There wasn’t much I needed to wish for, but the act of it was fun.