New daydreams and old doodlings
In the darkroom I develop images buried
somewhere in the second grade
Missus Munster was into rhymes and repetition
and her students were good at following instructions
I particularly enjoyed an occasional spelling bee
clearly recall how one time
one of the girls couldn’t answer
instead simply cried as she peed down her leg
Funny thing is I don’t remember anybody laughing
only Missus Munster whisking her off her feet
and straight out the door
I just sit there with my number two pencil and paper
remaking the scene into a black & white photograph
november two thousand seventeen
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