she sends you a text message
saying, there's fifty one days
of school left, then i'm
selling everything
and heading to texas,
the gulf coast.
i'm flying solo.
who is this, you say,
staring at the phone.
michelle. she says, don't
you remember me?
oh, you say, of course.
of course I do. have we ever
met? you teach math in
Richmond. right? blonde?
no, brunette and I
teach English
in manassas. and no we've
never met. you were always
too busy. why texas,
you ask. why not, she says.
i'm tired of work, of men
and love. i'm tired of
this stinking weather.
I need a break.
we all do, you say.
send me a post card
when you get there, take
a picture. let me know
how it goes. maybe i'll
come out and visit.
i'm saving you in my phone.
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