My Elitist Nature Stumbles on the Klinginsmith Curb
by Nate Reed
Walking with Megan back
from Still Hall under a gray
sky that’s more spitting
than raining a red and blue
bumper sticker on
an aquamarine Toyota
says “My child is an
honor student at the
Punk Rock Academy”
and I smile.
Yesterday I wrote a
poem about an ex and
all the quirks of our
relationship and littered
it with allusions to the
Prioress’ Tale. It made
me smile. No one else got
it, so I threw it away
