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Sitting in a bare, white room,
listening to a lesson,
hearing the rules,
being told to be quiet,
taking the same notes,
"sit down, shut up, stop standing out,"
writing your name, date, period,
nutrition,
class,
lunch,
class,
homework,
sleep,
repeat.
But:
There are multicolored tiles on the "bare, white" room's floor,
new things to learn in every lesson,
varied inflections to every recitation,
underlying messages in every "shut up,"
lots of empty spaces around notes to fill with poems,
a number that is changed in every heading,
different teachers
in different moods
with different knowledge,
and different approaches
in every class, every single day.
Monotony? No.
Subtlety.
Try to see the artistry in everything.
listening to a lesson,
hearing the rules,
being told to be quiet,
taking the same notes,
"sit down, shut up, stop standing out,"
writing your name, date, period,
nutrition,
class,
lunch,
class,
homework,
sleep,
repeat.
But:
There are multicolored tiles on the "bare, white" room's floor,
new things to learn in every lesson,
varied inflections to every recitation,
underlying messages in every "shut up,"
lots of empty spaces around notes to fill with poems,
a number that is changed in every heading,
different teachers
in different moods
with different knowledge,
and different approaches
in every class, every single day.
Monotony? No.
Subtlety.
Try to see the artistry in everything.
Literature
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
Cooking chant
Cooking chant
Happy hour is at hand
In the kitchen we all stand
Cutting herbals for a stew
Meat and veggies in it too
As we sing this lovely song
The cooking doesn't take too long
Stirring in the cauldron still
Watching that it doesn't spill
Plates and cups are being set
Forks and knives we won't forget.
Now it's time for us to eat
At the place where we all meet
Every feast this rite repeats
For the God and Goddess we all meet
As we bless our drinks and food
We send them all our gratitude
Literature
A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You Are
In a halo of messy hair
and metal shavings everywhere
my thoughts return to you
and what I would do
if we were less constricted,
if we were less restricted,
by the paths we've chosen
that leave us almost frozen
in warm beds
with full heads,
busy days
set in our ways
and complacent
with energy spent
on getting by,
forgetting why
we are even here
and it becomes clear
that things just are
the way they are
and it doesn't matter that you make me nervous,
that the only time my thoughts find purchase
is when they return to you
and what I would do
if we were less constricted,
if we were less restricted.
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You keep surprising me Andrew... you even make school sound interesting.
-Rachel
-Rachel