that my coworkers don’t laugh at my jokes
“I need some tissues,” I said. “I’ve been crying in my office.”
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.
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
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
in jean shorts.
is a monster
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.”
“Because my left eye, is stronger than my right.”
Leave it to teachers
to have an explanation for everything.