and punctuation is pathetic.
my spelling
is nothing to write
home about either.
i couldn't diagram
a sentence
with a gun to my head.
math is now
a mystery.
history a fog.
eighteen years of formal
schooling
has slipped away,
lost in the wind.
i have gone backwards
it seems.
regressed to the beginning,
to kindergarten
when i carried my lunch
to school
with a tuna sandwich
and graham crackers,
a thermos of warm milk,
tucked within.
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