Two poems and a memory
“Blue Notebook” by yours truly
Blue notebook, where are you, blue notebook?
You contain all my usernames, passwords, and six-digit pins.
And a few of my sins.
Blue notebook.
“Inside Out” by yours truly
“Inside/outside. Leave me alone.
Inside, outside.// Nowhere is home.” —The Who
The inside of this home can be nice,.
But the outside is often not.
Too many loud birds, dogs, and cars.
Maybe we are all from Mars.
On a memory
When I started teaching in grad school my first year one of my students came up to me after class. which was called Rhetoric and Composition and basically meant to teach how to write essays. But this student got passionate about how she did not like fictional literature. I only used one or two brief poems; the rest were all non-fictions. The student dropped out of the class and college and went back to her home in another state for service-sector work.