Junior High
Seventh grade fears are
carved in soap,
Gymnastics with an Olympic medalist,
the idiot who pees on your books in the
lavatory where no body laves,
Each day after shifting gears by the volleyball nets,
dodging balls and anti Semitic jokes and jive (they used to throw pennies at us)
I come home to Ray Charles who never disappoints.
I play the album repeatedly, a candle in the dark valley.
"What'd I say,"
is my favorite.
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