Written Wednesday Morning During Class When I Intensely Dislike a Student

The gin cascades through the lemonade of this

Time-stricken barrio

A gentle wave of nothingness

Caresses and destroys

Efforts coalescing in mold-encrusted classrooms

Who is the signifier here?

What is being signified?

The streetcar derails and pins glimmering expectations

Into the plaster walls of fortune, fortitude, grief, and elation

What have they emoted thus far?

Catch that stream of nebulous no-thing

The cascading lemonade spills and informs a consumer identity

Laughter but not peace


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