Sunday, January 07, 2018

Difecta

I woke up this morning my heart and brain slogging through the knowledge that this is officially the last day of winter break and that I'd be dropping At off at college today.

Not so strangely, I've been looking forward to today as well: it's going to warm up to 30 degrees--after single-digit temps for the last two weeks--and it's the start of a brand new term.




Teaching

I dream of black-
boards

how I scrub
them

as if they are
grimy

window panes
and I am

opening a space
to see

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