she tells you to write on the spot. jazz in the back . . . ground.

[jocular1]

i want to talk about today, but the mother and father want to share apple slices and talk futures.
adieu.

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[jocular1]

reason for the poetrypiecelink and teaching.
ap lit, boredom, and turnitin.com,

which is quite a site might i add.

[najy]

hey, you.

I love your writing. Now, the deadline for submissions for litmag... just passed. But i can make an exception because i personally desire to.

Please sumbit.
Truly.

If you want to, send things to :: Woottonlitmag@hotmail.com

[jocular1]

i submitted a/6 poem/s.
choose to read that in any you want.
but
i was never good at making decisions.
deciding to hit send was hard enough.

[i had actually wanted to submit since the beginning, i just didn't think i
should.]

thank you. >[> encouragement, or something. <]

[najy]

*claps hands*

Im giddy, that i was the straw that broke ThiS proverbial camel's back.

Im terribly excited to read them.
And, im glad the button was pressed. teriffic

[starlightfading]

i completely agree! when she told us to look at the torso and write a poem onthespot, i wrote a haiku:

"what?" the student cried!
incredulous, she thinks: you
can't create on cue.

ohh, ms. gavin, why.

i don't speak in her class because everytime i analyze a poem, she tells me i'm wrong. i'm kind of phobic, actually. she told or that, to turn her prose into poetry, "just add line breaks."

yes, i wanted to cry out. i almost did, but the aforementioned jazz in the background numbed my brain and i sat, pacified.

[jocular1]

so my dad just called my mom,
but she was in the bathroom.

so.

he asked me to bring her the phone when
she was in
the bathroom.

that was not what i call fun.
and i could have easily resisted,
but sometimes
i am
weak.

*****************************************************
but gavin.
oh, gaviroo.
i just think she's really funny-
not in the wow, you'recleverwittyhumorous sense,
but in the,
ohhhh so you have ten years or so more under your belt than i do. therefore, you are brilliant, wise, amazing, sexy, dazzling, etc. sense.

i really don't know how i feel about her, and i also feel uncomfortable with how she may feel about me.

one minute, i think she truly values what i have to say,
and the next,
i want to crumble into pieces
and kindofdie.

but oh well.

enjoy your break.