How I ended up in art school
…
Facebook is a mystery sometimes
always
reading the class reunion page
in a sort of disbelief
the gushing praise
of a certain teacher
…
the one who’d order me out
at the beginning
of every class
for an unknown reason
knowing though the consequences
if I was found
by the head teacher
was a certain beating
…
it was my best subject
English
she was the new teacher
so to avoid the certainty
of my fate ironically it seems
I hid in the Art room
with the Art teacher’s
quiet agreement.
…
Resistance takes many forms
its consequence uncertain.
…
©robcullen18102021
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