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Back from the classroom I walk by sarah rupp

Jan 27, 2015

Back from the classroom I walk Into the cold gray Virginia mist On the
red sidewalk bricks past The skeleton of the library who Is getting higher and
getting stronger It smells like ash and so I get a sandwich and I realize You
have texted me And I put Down my tuna and panic I sent you a copy of Coeur
de Lion after you broke up with me I started to write about you but Decided to
let someone else do the talking So the last message I sent A day earlier was:
I was thinking This morning about how you cut Your finger teaching yourself
Ikebana Now out in the half rain half light What there is no good word for I
bought a cookie and A purple Prius hit me The cookie fell and I started crying
Yesterday I walked along the curving Flood walls with the cold guardrails I went
to the gay thrift store and Every electronic Kind of looked like a toaster I can
feel this poem taking a turn It’s starting to be about you Tack that debt to my
dowry But imagining you bending the flowers How when you told me about that
I Sent you photos of my wild arrangements Thistles billy bobs ranunculus St.
john’s wart and eucalyptus I wonder if that’s when you knew it Now I think of
dropping the vase Full of 80 dollars of roses in Restaurant Gary Danko where I
had Nine hour shifts with no breaks I was pulling thistles through bouquets My
boss told me That nuts would cause neck pains and At night I would close my
eyes and I Could see the imprints of flowers And then would walk the length
of the warf Carrying week old lilies to sell them When it was sunny I wore a
white Wool cap that I bought at a barber shop Some days I would open the
grocery store Straighten out the candy The detritus in the keyboards had to
be blown out With tiny bottles Counting money in and then out again at night
Keeping people’s forgotten cash back Beeping and beeping Eating returned
items My train ride was an hour each way I was always seeing people that I hate
Getting delayed by suicides or failed brakes Dropping that vase Will there be
flowers In your planned economy Will the grey jumpsuited socialists Be allowed
their baby’s breath lapel You just want to win you always said So maybe If by
then flowers are still growing In some toxic sun scorched after-city Or cracking
through the littered cement In a dusty machine hall maybe Sometimes Tracy
Chapman would come in To buy herself purple anemones I would wrap them
in paper I wanted to be her young shotgun bitch At the staff meetings there
was clapping Customers were called guests and I was fired For texting an hour
before my last shift was over A man who piled the oranges took over my register
I was escorted out of the building and monitored As I cleaned out my locker I
dumped it in the trashcan out back and Checked my phone a block later Brian
called saying that a friend had been stabbed to death I realized I had thrown
my final check out With all the junk bloody from my eczema I had to go back
and dig through the trash I was sobbing The entire store watching me through
the window But there are always things blooming On our suit pockets Out of
the visible range This actually is not The right planet for joking Have you seen
the clay wicker baskets and elephant pots Of Shuji Ikeda Speckled with fire spit
from the wood oven Were you practicing in silence What caused the knife to


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