scorched coffee smelling bullshit.
my Cuban heels besmirched on a
Saturday morning at school.
the halls are forked with effluvia,
we erect battlements around
our shitty disciplinary tributaries
that meet briefly
to renounce the sin of throwing
grips of cash at
carpetbaggers
who arrange what they do into digestible units
who mistake loving the Houston Astros for
foreplay
they
tag team
brain fuck
us all by powerpoint,
from the comfort of their home offices.
they want our shoes back
but i guess If we have one weakness
its they just love too much
exciting new solutions
a cure for test scores,
neck lines, and expectations.
the district is smitten.
my inbox is wet.
the real challenge here is
how to navigate
embarrassing public displays
of explicit personal/political animosity
from a disgruntled faculty
when you’ve got a piss stain on your khakis
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