YOU MAKE A
BETTER DOOR
THAN A WINDOW
I got to Haverstraw before it was
too late. The warden in the schoolyard
had your number. I told him to stay there
and never make a move. He promised
nothing but remained in place. Kids were
tubing new colors into a bottle, while they
all called it art. New money, in fractions,
on paper. The teacher wore a see-through
dress, but I told here I didn't wish to see
her at all, and she gladly walked away.
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