He saunters, not a hint of awkwardness About his movements, flowing sweet as fire. Dolores, trying not to stare, selects A protein bar, a heated argument Among her schoolmates raising ruffled fur And growls. The guy's a feline, after all. The student body's ninety-eight percent canine. The whole school's aware. He hears them, Casey does, their yips and all Alive with bitter scents of awkwardness. Remaining smooth, he doesn't look, the fur Beneath his shirt on edge, a tickling fire He knows. It follows matching arguments From other schools his science course selects. Universities should be more universal. "Should" is the key word. In class, Dolores carefully selects A seat in back of Casey, watching all The rest digress, off-topic arguments Concerning species, full of awkwardness. The room of canines almost seems on fire With ears and whiskers folded close to fur. Students of science should be— There's that "should" again. Stupid subjunc...
And here I thought the problem was gonna be that the other Tamar was still here.
ReplyDeleteTo be more honest:
DeleteThan I probably should be, I was planning to take this story off in another direction entirely when I started the first draft of page 10 last week. But the instant Tamar looked over and met Ariadne's gaze, I threw out all my notes. Tamar's line at the bottom of that page was the only way this could go, I realized, and now here we all are! :)
Mike