Jessie Hendy (Taradale High School)

My Poetry Teacher

there is a rockfall area


above my classroom door


where my poetry teacher,


who perhaps has been drunking,


abstracts everything I write.


like


each word has its own life and religion.


even if my poetry does contain bite marks


of expression


eloquence


there is still that long-faced Socrates syndrome


expression on her face,


because everything I write should have




a consequence.