Preschool Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Preschool



Young impressionable suicides
Sleep in parking lots, avoiding ex-lovers/
I saw her for the last time
When I was 5/
She was the substitute teacher
Who made me stutter,
But I only saw her for a day,
And after school I could speak just fine,
Though it left me wondering
Where she had gone away,
As the school bus picked me up each morning.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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