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cory clark was slight of a pear. wiry cardboard dishwater hair all uniform and down to her ass that was constantly pryed with a pick only to fall in strings on my desk and id have to take in a deep breath and blow off the excess in an elongated sigh, mostly unnerving of the economics teacher who "never took slack" and kept on with passing infitessimal worksheets (with the large blanks) the kind suited for an SLD class while we were free to profect. it felt like taking uneasy breathing lessons.
during the video on counterfeit money the tv mounted in the highest corner was a little shaky strapped on with some sort of belt around its pixellated belly. it looked bound to fall on kim kholer who would later get pregnant by a slug named gremlin whom she met on wall street while he courted her with a coin trick. cory was wearing a white hanes shirt and her bra strap was taught beneath its thin cotton curtain. cory wasnt a slacker and like every ninth grader pushed on average to prove it. what i thought was going to be another "picking" turned out to be the rearing of her own shaking the plastic molded chair twisting her round body enough to face me.
"did you know what happened to me on the way to school?"
uncompelled to answer i raised my eyebrows as if to form a question mark.
"i got pulled over by two cops. they harassed me so much, my car was the exact same as the guy who robbed the cumberland farms last nite. they thought that was me. i was even late to first period!"
"wow, really?" i spoke as if to end the conversation, she nodded and turned back around.
i looked down at my worksheet and saw a goddamn piece of hair on my desk, again, and blew.
mrs. quinn eyed me for huffing.
six years later walking down amelia i remembered the blandest girl in highschool, cory clark, and how she'll never forget that one day those cops scared the shit ut of her prodding around in the guts of her car for stolen loot. right after i remembered her face (and how could i forget her hair) a greying italian man in black trousers and a white collared shirt rode past me on his bike barefoot. his shoes were in the grocery basket and he disappeared into the alleyway.
his shoes reminded me of widows.
during the video on counterfeit money the tv mounted in the highest corner was a little shaky strapped on with some sort of belt around its pixellated belly. it looked bound to fall on kim kholer who would later get pregnant by a slug named gremlin whom she met on wall street while he courted her with a coin trick. cory was wearing a white hanes shirt and her bra strap was taught beneath its thin cotton curtain. cory wasnt a slacker and like every ninth grader pushed on average to prove it. what i thought was going to be another "picking" turned out to be the rearing of her own shaking the plastic molded chair twisting her round body enough to face me.
"did you know what happened to me on the way to school?"
uncompelled to answer i raised my eyebrows as if to form a question mark.
"i got pulled over by two cops. they harassed me so much, my car was the exact same as the guy who robbed the cumberland farms last nite. they thought that was me. i was even late to first period!"
"wow, really?" i spoke as if to end the conversation, she nodded and turned back around.
i looked down at my worksheet and saw a goddamn piece of hair on my desk, again, and blew.
mrs. quinn eyed me for huffing.
six years later walking down amelia i remembered the blandest girl in highschool, cory clark, and how she'll never forget that one day those cops scared the shit ut of her prodding around in the guts of her car for stolen loot. right after i remembered her face (and how could i forget her hair) a greying italian man in black trousers and a white collared shirt rode past me on his bike barefoot. his shoes were in the grocery basket and he disappeared into the alleyway.
his shoes reminded me of widows.