Hank

He sits so drowsy
In his seat
Eyelids in the halfway position
Blankness behind them
He does not know the page number
He does not know the answer
He does not even know
He isn’t wholly there
I do not know where he goes
"Yes, ma’am!” he snaps to attention
The paper flutters to the ground
The book tumbles to the floor
The pencil rolls off the desk
So we begin once more
Seven minutes later
He sits so drowsy
In his seat
Gone again