got me kept after school
in first grade
especially when Mrs. Dobbish
found I was
doing it on purpose, running
the orange
crayon all the way across
my page
and onto my desk, where
I drew a
flat nose, big eyes, smiling
mouth on a
bright round sun that Mrs.
Dobbish, in spite
of the smile, thought looked
like her
This poem appeared previously in Potpourri, Studio One, The Armchair Aesthete, Horizons, Bellowing Ark,
Let the Poems Begin!, and A Millennial Sampler of South Carolina Poetry (2005).
Used here with the author's permission.