Wednesday, March 11, 2009

hammering air

In a small town people kept saying, “You’re not like me. What’s the matter with you?”
Maybe she needs help, doesn’t understand the rules.
Maybe she needs a refresher course, a remedial course.
We offer those.
Friday nights at the high school football field.
In winter we use the gymnasium.
She can’t focus. She won’t focus.
I’ve tried with her, but she doesn’t care; she simply doesn’t care.
Let her be then.
But she’s disrupting the whole thing. She’s being stubborn, that’s all.
Don’t tell me she can’t understand plain English.
We’ve got to make her do it.
We’ve got to force her to do it. She’s disrupting the whole thing.

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