You can’t go to school
to learn how to confuse
a bloated, blood-smeared tampon
in an abandoned parking lot—
for a tiny white mouse,
who was stomped upon.
But you can go to school
and learn an appreciation
for those who confuse
such marvels
of the natural world.

narrative poem written on 01-12-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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