She was rhythm with ringlets
daring girl
a dynamo
inside denim leggings
mischievous and head-on bold
eyes lined in black noir
hot sauce on a stormy night.
“What's that sub's name, Miss Brussel Sprouts?”
No, Miss Tight Pants
instead, I composed a direct, curt smile.
Drifting from side to side in
a room of square desks in rows
defined by a square system
shedding pedagogy like a pit viper
snaking through unsettled territory
“Know what he's got in here? This is where he keeps the bodies...”
She fingers the lock on a gray metal cabinet, the corners of her mouth lifting,
“No, seriously Bro, he puts the bodies in here...”
She is on the No Fly List
Forty-five minutes, penned up in class
That's a lot
Her mind fizzes
the sunlight skirts through the windows
bathing her in exuberance
“How many years you been a sub?”
Enough to learn to like brussel sprouts
and soccer...
I meet her the next day down the hall
wild curls flyin'
eyes twinkling
“I got ISS again,” she calls to me
I shake my head
They simply aren't equipped
to handle her.
She shuffles to the back.
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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