Open Poetry #46 |
I'm not Supposed to be There |
Dadygoose Member
since 2010-01-01
Posts 162A Communist country |
I am back in college. I feel awful. I’m supposed to be in that class. I’m not interested. I’m not bothering to tell the State. They’ll find out later that I flunked. they’ll automatically get my grades, anyway. I feel sick. I am back at the school for the blind. It is the day after graduation, Saturday. I am not supposed to be there. I am no longer a student. I’m supposed to be “on my own.” I feel awful. I forgot to call someone to take me home. I no longer have a home. Nobody knows to come pick me up, to drive a hundred miles to the school and get me. There’s no home to go to. I can’t even remember anybody’s phone number. I feel miserable. The tape player shudders and starts to run backwards, Dam! I open it and the tape is snarled and twisted. I hear the summer school kids playing outside; But I am not supposed to be there. I am not a student, I’m already grown. I want to go outside but I don’t dare. Sooner or later they will recognize me, Yell at me. What do I think I’m doing? I know better than to stay around the school. I am hungry, feel so miserable, so sick. I’m not supposed to be there. I shudder with hunger, emptiness and longing. I wake, But the gut-wrenching, screaming emptiness remains. The spelling check is complete. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is really dark, Jaime and reads like a nightmare. Thank you for sharing it. A |
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