Red catholic cardigan.
Raining on and off again. Curled over sturdy desk. Hurtling past a worthlessness. Scented air of sea and spray. Gull wings flapping livelong day. Rosy ring around the steeple Lighting on us little people. Tapping on the unbent minds. Ripening green melon rinds Tossed to birds out in churchyard. Math in fractions way too hard. Packing paper, parceled book. Did my homework. Have a look. Why they always seem more smarter? Essay questions getting harder. Down at homeroom gym assembly, Podium pantsuit teacher sends me For a special AV function. Cosy coatroom court injunction So I can run the spinning reel Flickering frames of how I feel Important and somewhat worthwhile. Inside me there’s a winning smile. Much like yours, sideways, so shyly. Wisecracks pop, but don’t get by me. Lit by Shirley’s “Lottery”, I can see you Miss McGee. 11/15/20
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