Diane:
carrying
embodied memories
of being scared
into my mind
of my firstgrade peers
I will forever be in the way of
some boisterous runner on the schoolyard asphalt
to whom I am invisible
embodied memories
of being used as a paragon of the Reader
and placed as a calming buffer
next to the most unruly boy...
I can NEVER forget
I keep returning to the place of crime:
enter the classroom as a teacher
and I run away
screaming inside
as soon as I can
perhaps next time?
Eva