Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #17: Concrete Poem
After math a
velvet valentine as red as the
blood from the famous 2nd-grade pencil
sharpener accident waits on my desk like a
bomb. My name is written on the front
in flowery letters. There is lace all
around the edge, like the heart
is a rabid red dog foaming
at the mouth. The whole
class watches. They
avoid my eyes.
I followed your advice to be surprising. Most girls think Valentines are beautiful. Surprise! They’re awful. Remember this tragedy, Miss S? Nobody got in trouble for it, but I bet you know who’s guilty. It’s not too late!
Ah, Louis, I could never punish someone for revealing her true heart. That is a brave and terrifying thing to do.
Go Fly a Kite
by Goldie Granmoti
Above the kite, the pressure’s low.
The air’s a streaming, breezy flow.
Below the kite, the pressure’s higher.
Up! Up! Up! This one’s a fly-er!
Lift fights drag.
Talent show possibility: Bran and I showed Miss S how we could burp God Bless America. Marty even joined in for the last note.
With a “bonus.”
Miss S Said no.