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Quaint

6 October

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I wrote flowers on the board of the English room my teacher told me to take them down I'm not sorry.

I'm no Kerouac and I shouldn't have to be.

Would adults like my prose? I'm not school appropriate I might be a communist.

I've written novels.

Teachers wouldn't like them, wouldn't approve. My words are queer and so are my characters. My feedback would be an appointment slip to the counselor. I swear I'm okay I have a high IQ.

I've written poems.

Which one should I read to the class on October 14th? I may not be seen the same way again but my actions are already rebellious. I've watched the movies I know how it goes.

I wake up in the dark and children scream in my ears.

Worrying about college is commonplace.

America what have you done to me?

I'm scheduling a heart attack at age 32. I hope the funeral home is kind enough to supply me with a pencil -- or a fountain pen because I'm pretentious. My fingers move restless in the grave. I can continue to write obscenities in a sacred place. I'll throw a party in Hell if I'm lucky but it'll just be a poetry reading about cock.

Maybe the fire-drinkers want prose, eh? I have many a tale of death in which I use the full line.

I can't touch my toes but that's alright. My meanest friend says I have grubby hands anyway. Our article of the week was about antibacterial soaps and how they're as ineffective as persuasion against me. I'm educated about this. My mom's a lawyer I come prepared.

Hipsters killed my crops. They said farming is too mainstream I lit their cigarettes on fire again I won't apologize.

I've been drowned by new visions and left out to dry.

What's in your alphabet soup? How many letters does it take to pound shrieks out of schoolteachers? It's a case study don't worry about my intentions.

I hide soda cans in my room and the only thing that spills on the floor is my laughter I prefer it to Mozart.

Quaint -- what a nice word I guess you could say it's just that.

I was betrayed in preschool and now I'm insane.

How do numbers even work in Dutch? Confusion is all I can figure out, but I still failed that word on the test.

There's a deer galloping through the field over there do you see it?

Step on the break I'm getting out.

Who else notices the texture of the ground? I could go back in time here and skin my knees once or twice just to say I've lived wouldn't that be hilarious. 

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