Metal and plastic,
The safety kinds, you know
When craft time begins, but really how can you
Manage to cut anything with
Making rings around your fingers as you cut.
But, I prefer the glitter and glue
Elmer’s drying on my palm
Like a second skin,
Slowly away, when I should be making art.
Fruit rolls are like crack,
always wanting more.
Usually the box wouldn’t make it home
From the grocer’s
Or maybe pudding cups,
Pry it off,
And plastic spoons to scoop out the
Not my favourite subject even back then—
Faced down and GO
the timer starts
Never finished the whole sheet.
The simple things
That made school less harrowing
Maybe more enjoyable
fills your world.
I know I do.