What I Know Now
Respect to the first grade boys
who I led inauspiciously
with proud false knowledge
to an unknown upstairs lavatory.
The pink walls seemed a trap
which corroded my confidence;
the missing urinals heightened
the intensity of the moment.
It took every ounce I could muster
to hurry us along, sweating
the milliseconds of our visit,
hoping I’d never be found out.
Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and former music
journalist. His works have received multiple Pushcart Prize and Best
of the Net nominations. He champions the underdog to the melodic rhythms of
obscure power pop. His collection, Small Consolations (Aldrich
Press) is available through Amazon, as is a chapbook, Memory Marries
Desire (Finishing Line Press). His next collection, Worth the
Candle, is forthcoming from Five Oaks Press.
Dear Gary,
ReplyDeleteReally like the nostalgia this poem creates within me. 1st grade was a long time ago and yet your poem returns me there.
Blessings,
Michael
And I can imagine the feeling of wanting the episode kept a secret. Good poem!
ReplyDeleteFun, thnaks for sharing it with us!
ReplyDeleteDear Gary,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to read the comments on your poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Gary,
ReplyDeleteNice insight into your childhood. Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox
Dear Gary, Your title got my attention, but content got my heart.
ReplyDeleteGood writing.
Yancy