January,
2009
only waitress at
the truck stop who never uses the cash register
pamela
is half
indian,
grey-black
hair
in a double
braid
down her
back.
every time
she serves
me
another
waitress
rings the
ticket.
i figured
she was
slow
or bad with
numbers,
maybe had
a
theft
charge
in her
past.
but
yesterday
on my way
out
she was
sitting
on the
hood of her
car
smoking a
cigarette.
come here a
sec
tell me
what this
says,
she motioned
over
and handed
me
a white piece of
paper
creased in
thirds.
told me
she found
it
taped to
her
apartment
door
that
morning.
i told her
it was a
note
from her
landlord
saying she
had
five business
days
to get rid
of
her dog.
she stood
up
and snuffed
out
the
cigarette
with her
heel.
bear's
been
with me
since idaho
,
she said
and walked back
in
leaving the
note
in my
hand.
little has
changed
my babysitter’s
trailer
had a
little
rotten
deck
with a
pile of
rocks
scattered
around the
perimeter.
one of the
larger
rocks
was flat
dark blue
perfectly
balanced
on some
smaller
rocks.
i used to
put my foot
on there
push down
&
pretend
i was
driving
the world.
mealworms
and left-handed shoehorns
they say we need
more qualified teachers,
better
textbooks,
a laptop for
every pigeon-toed abner and mable.
they're backwards
on the issue.
go down to the
mall
or your local
skate-park.
observe the youth
of america
for ten
minutes
(trust me, it
won't take longer than that)
it's not the
teachers' fault.
we're asking them
to
mold citizens out
of
mealworms and
left-handed shoehorns.
i propose
we
napalm the whole
batch
and
let darwin
sift the
ashes.
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