“Start over” after “start over” after “start over,” we trudge back to the beginning of the set. Haley hisses at the sophomores who are scuffing their toes into the dirt. Anything—any small thing—could be the next spark for Dr. Hightower’s wrath.
Read MoreHello music of the stars! Hello
sunburn! I am ready to shed my
inhibitions.
The math of this isn’t diminishment
always
if expansion is imagined———
I stayed that way, fist in mouth, breathing through my nose, my elbow way out in front of me, my crush next to me somehow not noticing, in the dark of the audience, dazzled by the light of the stage, keeping all that strangeness inside, holding the storm of my personality at bay, lost boy, trapped in time and space.
Read MoreThe target?
Innate, guileless, innocent, and simple
intentions, plans, and creativity
To be is to be one
of the many soldiers
of fortune.
look out your window
at the budding trees
and the neighbors that continue to add rings to their trunks,
and the homes that have planted firm, dense roots in their foundations.
Listen, kid: I’ve got a list of names as long as the Nile to get through and they sure as hell ain’t paying me overtime.
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