maps would be without
borders & that we belonged
to no one & to everyone
at once, what a world that
Carbon, nitrogen . . . there was an explosion, and now you have to pay attention
to everything. At the party, everyone was talking about the crappy TV series
that’s so popular, and you didn’t say you wanted better, wanted more.
I don’t know what happened to that student of mine. I worked my butt off to make sure he learned how to read—I still remember the first time he got an “A” on a grade-level reading comprehension quiz. I’d like to think that he went on to take long showers or enjoy the dizzying array of food choices in his college cafeteria—or that he became a Rhodes Scholar like Booker. I am hopeful, but I also remember just how much that child had to overcome to simply get to school every day.