It Must’ve Been There Before

It was 7th grade math with Mr. Browder-

We were in the middle of a quiz
when I felt
the dreaded
warm floodgate
open.

I was wearing Dad’s black stonewashed jeans
and a big baggy sweater–
big enough to cover my bottom.

Mr. Browder was a very large man with
a large voice.

May
I go
to the restroom?

What is that on the chair?

It must’ve
been there
before.

Can I go?