Each word clungto paper thin


Each word clung

to paper thin pages with some particular tenacity

the teachers teeth

cut against soft palpable ears

The floors knew these lessons

had heard more words

could tell them more

Than the book was managing

Today was invasion

Someone invaded something

Missiles fired, bombing citites

and small children cried.

Their minds were missiles

the wires of their minds

were being clipped

timing set for a comfortable middle age

Every filiment of creativity that died in that class

rebirthed itself into a strong 401k


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