thought it was some sort of punishment,
sending us
out into the cold
to bang chalk out of
the erasers
against the school wall.
but Jimmy and I
liked it.
Jimmy would smoke
his cigarettes,
and sit down
on the cold ground and watch
me as i banged
each eraser over and over
again
against the red brick
wall near
the incinerator,
releasing clouds
of chalk dust into
the air, and into
my nose.
we were both very happy
and red eyed
by the time we went back in.
sleepy in fact,
and no longer,
any trouble to the rest
of the class.
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