A Half Thought
Ms. Andrejko’s pretty face
contorts as if she’s
found a chunk of glass
in today’s G.W. Elementary’s
Specialty: skimpy ham and
pepper jack encased between
two soggy bland boulders.
From the two yard distance,
I could see her gawking ghoulishly
with her jaw to her adam’s apple-
ham and cheese free.
I shrug and continue to skip, slide
and sheep my way through
roller backpack toting
gravitating toward today’s
chauffeur with bangs slicing their way
right and left, left and right
like windshield wipers
on my forehead.
My white stallion,
now more of a fawnish eggshell,
was your weathered van you
customized yourself with industrial tape
I would peel off.
Maybe that’s what drew Jackie’s face
to imitate Michael Myers.
Or maybe it was the beefy,
hairy arm slouched over the tape
showcasing a portrait of Jesus crying
displayed so closely, like she had won
a front row seat to a Picasso painting.
We almost make a clean getaway
but Jackie decides there will be
no Law & Order material coordinated
on her beady eyed watch and scampers
from the rest of the remaining second graders.
Unveiling your best guilty tot caught
feasting on a crayola grin
you introduce yourself swimmingly,
and I can witness her hair slowly regress
with every wheeze
back into its sleek, shiny mold.
You had that effect.