school

those nights

(When a moment makes you think of all these other memories that you remember you kind of miss)

There were these nights
when it was warm
and we ran
and it was like those days when
you were little, except you
lived there.
We came out and we played –
what did we play?
Sardines and ghosts in
the graveyard, or something.
Sidewalks and ponds,
dirty feet in the darkness
until we trekked back home,
to our dorms.

I get asked sometimes if I’m in school.
Sometimes high school,
sometimes college
but it’s been more than four
years.
And sometimes, I miss things.

Little things, big things.
I didn’t notice I missed this.

Today my friend asked if I
wanted to walk.
She’s housesitting,
so we’re sort of neighbors right now,
and we walked around,
past houses,
on streets,
till it got dark.
And when it was time to go
(much earlier than those other days, because jobs),
we trekked back to our houses in the dark.

Sidewalks and tennis shoes.

No ponds,
but streetlights
on this warm night
that felt like one of those nights.

//

[I actually wrote this a while ago and am just now posting it! It’s not so warm anymore, but was when I wrote it. 🙂 ]

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paper // music

Not looking at the paper
is like not looking at my music.

Like, although it’s fun
and satisfying
to “check off” those things i’ve done
and highlight my accomplishments
(or were they? they’re just words i presented in class)…

And even though the music is like
a rock
when I feel i’m sinking
in an odd key…

i feel more free
when i go without.

dream // wake

in my dream last night
i lived in Chicago again
but had the job I have
now

i was leaving, moving back,
and (i guess) told them i had to go

it wasn’t 4th of July this time
it wasn’t a month’s notice
it wasn’t saying goodbye to them all
and driving home

i came home and walked into my new job
(that i had somehow had before)
and realized i didn’t love it
i told them
“i left in the middle of the week!
i have to go back
and work two more days.”
the manager wasn’t happy about that.
she frowned and i thought about how long the train ride would be.

but i was seriously considering going back
moving there again
for good, for longer

because what about those kids?
what about watching them grow up?
what about knowing them better next year?

i started to wake up

and realized:
that Chicago-job, the one in the dream
is really the job i have now
i don’t have to move back
i just have to wake up

so I did,
and left for work.

lesson planning

They laughed today
So laughed
Posters plastered against the walls of that building
on my college campus.

“Let’s eat…” but when you take away the comma it’s not so civil.
Let’s eat, Sarah.
Let’s eat Sarah.

Let’s hit, John.
Let’s hit John.

They laughed.

& me, smiling,
glasses wearing,
writing poetry on yellow sticky notes in the minutes left in the work day.

Fingers stained blue from rewriting their names.

Poetry. I wonder how that lesson will go when I teach them, when we
write our own rhymes in 30 minutes of class time.

There are a lot of things that will be fun to teach them, I think.

Alliteration , tenses, writing letters, our own book titles, finding the syllables in our names. Categories and I look up games and I wonder, have I found the job of my dreams?

Thankful, I am so thankful.

There are a lot of things that will be fun to teach them, I think.

But on Monday, where should I start?