And so she sits
Mouth open in youthful distaste of
a bag of chili cheese Frito’s
school is drool without a snack or two.
She knows there’s work to bring home
but the mismatched laces
the strangely brown pants with
purple shirt reading
“are you kitten me”
They feel the air
of recess and princess and
driving a firetruck through a city of crumbling cookies
ignoring the looming cloud of a middle aged woman
who never wanted to teach such brats
who seems strange with her baggy eyes and flighty smile
we listen to her because she’s teacher
she looks like she has problems worse than long division but
what could a grown up worry about?
Did she lose the answer key? Aren’t they all in her brain?
I’m scared to tell her I don’t know how to retie my big dumb laces
the loops never end up with the right faces
and look crooked like Jared’s teeth before he got braces
She wants them all to listen and repeat
but all the little girl wants is to go home early
so she can draw the elephants in different hats
on the iPad before her brother gets home and
uses it to watch his fighting videos
I worry about their teeth.
If they’re such babies that they need to hit each other as hard as they can
maybe they should have kept their little teeth longer
so they can still look good for interviews.
I hope no one made fun of her, for all those colors.
I hope it bloomed a new conversation of confusion and trust
like someone saw a shade of green they’ve only seen one time–
My daddy had a lime last night and it didn’t look like those.
Maybe just cuz these are flat and his was round.
did you step out all the juice?
I don’t know. When I put them on it was raining.