Plastic cubicles line the long fluorescent
hallway—clear cells hardened into soundlessness;
each contains a piano‚ metronome‚ one girl.
The isolations partial by design‚
the proctor watches hands obey prescribed
measures‚ a body’s particular sway‚ head
moving in concentration—music immured behind
the pierced lobe‚ sculpted whorl of auricle‚ the temporal bone.
The Well: Egg and Tongue