Monday, July 23, 2018

Character Building

The minute I told that macho he-man high school gym teacher to fuck off,
I was free.

All the classes before his were like surgical waiting rooms
and I waited
worried in all of them, with a blank brain as dark and cold
as the inside of a refrigerated truck.

But it’s ok. He’s doing the pushups now.
Daises, I mean.

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