No High School

by | Apr 16, 2013 | Poetry

My sixteen year old self

is glad I’m not writing poems

about high school. Mrs. Gruber

 

was a terror teaching algebra,

Evan Stackhouse tried to bully

every student who wasn’t as dumb

 

as he was and lord was he dumb.

Dissecting frogs left me with blood

on my hands and Sally Whitehurst

 

always locked her knees when all

I wanted was to buy her chocolate

cake in the scrubbed cafeteria…

 

but enough, I couldn’t wait to get out,

wander in the world, take my chances

on its being kind to another snot nose

 

kid. My sixteen year old self

is glad I’m not writing about high school,

“Let Sally Whitehurst fend for herself.”

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Shannan Muskopf

About The Author

Tim Suermondt

Tim Suermondt is the author of Trying to Help the Elephant Man Dance (The Backwaters Press, 2007) and Just Beautiful from NYQ Books, 2010.He has published work in Poetry, The Georgia Review, Blackbird, Able Muse, Prairie Schooner, Bellevue Literary Review, Stand Magazine (U.K.) and has poems forthcoming in The James Dickey Review, Gargoyle and Hamilton Stone Review, among others.He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.