as deep cries out to deep
Register tape poetry and half-hearted price changes at work are beginning to get me down. My boss loves me because I do what he tells me to do, but there’s more. There’s just more, and I’ve known it all along. I’ve filled out my teaching application and found my references… I just need to talk to principals now. Middle school art. The prospect of teaching it scares me to death, but I know that if I did the strength and level-headedness that it takes would come from a source altogether without me. We’ll see. I want to talk to Jim Adams about being a student teacher at Jordan HS first.
There is…
are, pictures,
there, and a
breath not taken.