Yesterday Yesterday I was suspended and now I don’t know my left from my right My left is emotional And my right is emotional My left represents anger and resentment My right represents suicidality and sadness There is no middle. There is no grey There is no “This too shall pass”
I could be expelled for hitting a kid, due to the fact it’s my 3rd fight in a year and two months I could be expelled because I am on contract. I could be expelled due to the fact it’s a tiny school. Only 60 kids, and 35 on a regular basis.
The pile of books The array of papers They long-await that ink will pour on their vacuous void of emptiness For the deadline draws near Yet I'm still here Sitting on my windowsill Lackadaisically waiting Certainly expecting For water to descend From the firmament surrounded by dullness where a mass of clouds are there to be seen
Suspension is what holds tight the more than 250,000 miles of dry -laid stone wall that runs timelessly throughout New England— they are the life- preserving veins, The oxygen we breathe, each stone is set one over two, two over one. the compassion of one compels The physics of two.