THE TIME I TRIED TO LEARN SOMETHING NEW; a little bit of whimsy. . .

In first grade Mrs. Lohr Said my purple teepee Wasn't realistic enough for a tent, That purple was a color for people who died, That my drawing wasn't Good enough To hang with the others. I walked back tony seat Counting the swish swish swishes Of my baggy corduroy trousers. With a black crayon Nightfall […]