Abortion

5 am
Before school
I should sharpen up
My pencil touching it
With a soft grip
Gently squeezing
It at a constant friction
Until it reached a point
That is enough
To bring sweat
More than the sweat
Of my usual
Jolens and text games
Or sipa and patintero
It is a quick relief
To burst out
A drop of joy
To trim down
That poisonous lead
Memory Teacher John
Planted in
My mind.