The Bigger the Catch, The Better the Sound

I collided with an English teacher.

Tried to avoid him all year.

Leather stitched soles tangled. Papers flew. On fours tumbled.

Wildfire irises. A stammer.

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I collided with an English teacher.

Tried to avoid him all year.

Electric-light contact. Singed energy.

Door held open

Cage wires look the same, no matter the perspective.

Cardboard rubbing cardboard apart.

Charred pages thin line dribbles.

"The Secret Garden"

Exposed.

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I collided with and English teacher

Leather stitched soles, pointed alignment.

Grasped support. Skin smooth like sycamore.

Deep, deep resonance.

First words spoke.

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You are leaving.

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There's no comfort in tightening throats,

but there’s comfort in the memory of it.

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