In 4th grade I had to walk 1 hour to school
Uphill both ways always in the snow and rain
We lived in the city
So I’d pass all the homeless and crazy
Men with itchy beards who wished me merry Christmas
My teacher Mr Bill offered to drive me home.
It was a blessing that.
I would watch the smoke billow from factory stacks
When he touched me. I liked that he didn’t ask
Me to touch him back
The trains ran so slow on that part of the tracks
In 5th grade we moved to a smaller town.
Mother told the school board I preferred male teachers
I tried to speak up but I wasn’t good at that
So I got Mr Bob who was an asshole
We had a class rabbit named Harley
Each week we held a raffle and Harley would go home with the winner
Except even when I won, I was told I couldn’t keep him
I don’t know why Mr Bob never liked me
With his handlebar mustache
In the dead of winter the sounds of the trains tend to carry farther
As does the whistle letting the workers know they can go home