norman

he was odd.

different.

a strange boy, a kid who

sat

in the back row of the class

with his head

on his desk, half asleep.

half awake.

the unkempt hair,

and twitch.

a hand that shook, two

legs

that ran while sitting.

never called upon to answer

a question,

never a hand raised.

i think norman was his name.

where are you norman,

what became of you?

with your strange clothes,

your father's belt,

your mother's hose.

that look in your eye,

you were someone that

everyone remembered

but never really knew.