well he shouldnt
be surprised
he
was a firm believer that one shouldnt sayput certain thoughts into the
atmosphere because they can come back an biteya in the ass
yesterday accumuleated
then overnight
he dreamed What was the intention. .
.
he read the questions too quicklyits conclusion
didnt stickstay put he lost it it was an
in-class assignment his teacher was very
attractive a young woman she distracted
him having read the question after she
handed it to him he turned and passed it along to the student behind him
wheels came off
the ride
while the rest
of the class began writing he sat there puzzling in earnest trying to remember
anbecause he couldnt he busied himself trifled with the possibility that
perhaps the start of the question was grammatically incorrect was were not was and thereby intention was
intentions
that would be a gamechanger
if he could remember how the damn question
ended
to his right was a row of windows a strong sun came through the glassfresh air
through the opened lower sashes outside below
him he could see agriculture fields growing perpendicular to the school tall stalks of corn burgeoning ears huge brilliantwhite
cauliflower heads orange pumpkins
what he would give to be out
among them a fellow vegetable
What was the intention . . .
he never learned but when he woke
from the dream turned onto his side pounded his pillow into submission he
surmised its intention was simply to have him rove over it again an again anagain
pretty sure that was the intention
hed guess that
crazy 3 o’clock hour, Day-between-Two-Ts,
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