The Kinks the middle school history teacher feels like she’s losing her mind covering the state test in roomsfull of kids who can’t see why we have to speak english the president’s insane what’s the point of all these meaningless names and dates the middle school history teacher’s got two of her own two hours away in the middle class suburb inherited from the divorce her kids stop to wonder why she cries in the car insisting on piano lessons and no phones after hours the middle school history teacher told me I could have her job she’s thinking about Florida somewhere somehow and I’m the substitute with my fourth grade work a book of origami and voices from cartoons
Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx