a soothing respite
from Sophomore essays
far from the maddening voices we're
struggling to find
Game's on and--
I miss my dyslexic friend
What do heavy equipment operators
and English teachers
have in common?
football--mostly
how arrogant to assume
after 28 years of Jr. High technology
and remedial reading
I could step into high school English
How much D would appreciate
the ambiguity of Hamlet
or the religious satire
of "The Lottery?"
The stool next to me speaks
"So, where you headed"
"I live here."
"I live here."
"Really? What do you do?"
"I teach."
"No..."
"Yea.. High School English."
"No Shit! I thought you was one of us dirty old truck drivers!"
"Well... (what am I supposed to say)
...thanks!" (it's nice to fit somewhere)
