Jessica Luthy
It was obvious who her favorite students were --
she treated them extra nice and smiled easily to their upturned faces
I wouldn't buy into that
-- No way --
Look at her with Cecilia
God, that's so typical
Who wants to be teacher's pet anyway?
Not me
Sometimes I would listen to a
worn-out Linda Ronstadt album
and imagine Miss Vince
sitting on the front steps of school
at night singing those songs while
cradling me in her arms with
a full moon above our heads
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(c) 1999 Jessica Luthy. All rights reserved.
Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.