Ms. Copeland, my ninth grade
social studies
teacher.
we were only about ten
years apart,
so i thought i still had
a shot.
i loved that bright
green polka
dotted dress she used
to wear with white
heels. i can still see
her leg swinging freely
from the desk
she'd sit on.
it was the only class
where i sat in the front row
and volunteered to bang
the erasers against
the school wall.
i don't remember a word
she ever said,
but her voice was
lovely, as was her perfume,
and red hair.
i learned absolutely nothing
that year.
but still got an
A.
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