What’s worse
that my coworkers don’t laugh at my jokes
“I need some tissues,” I said. “I’ve been crying in my office.”
or
That they don’t acknowledge me, as if, I’m only a ghost?
I am nothing
without a witness.
She stares at her computer screen
She isn’t doing work
She’s buying, from the home-shopping-network.
Oh well…
Recently, I’ve been looking at their blank faces
and I understand why they prefer their screens
Phones are easier to read
She can keep it under her thumb
a face thinks a thousand things
it hates
and smiles
and sometimes loves.
I caught the principal with his pants down
He didn’t lock the door
“Excuse me,” he said.
I guess, he shits, like everybody else
like blonds
in jean shorts.
Desire
is a monster
inside me
and without that gnawing hunger
what would life be?
Just warm wind
and beautiful leaves.
But I am not a man who lies on his back
and watches clouds.
I want things
and the world takes delight
in not giving me
what I want.
Sometimes, I talk to our instructional coach
with a pencil under his ear.
“Do you ever forget it’s there?” I ask.
“I put it under my left ear, even though, I’m right-hand dominant.”
“Why?”
“Because my left eye, is stronger than my right.”
Leave it to teachers
to have an explanation for everything.
Thanks for sharing it made me smile, laugh and reflect yes and amen
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Amen. Thanks for reading and commenting jnaimab!!!
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