7th Grade Truth
I never laughed harder
than I did in seventh grade
that time my best friend
Stuart Dunn and I
made fun of
our reading teacher
Mrs Dolson.
To this day,
I don't remember the joke
or why we laughed,
though it could have had
something to do with the corny stories
we read out of boring thick books,
or the reading machine
that made us track
sentences across the wall
without moving our lips
or turning our heads.
Laughter was release
from our 7th grade reading hell,
and our wild ,heaving, sobs
were the legs which fled
the dead questions
at the end of the chapter.
And decades later,
when I met Miss Dolson,
now a sweet old lady,
in the bank,
and told her I now was an English teacher,
she smiled blankly
and I felt a surprising shame creep
up my spine.
My life was a lie.
I should have been a comedian.
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