Camden Middle-finger School

I never liked the Black Lagoon

Never was a water creature fan

My mother

It was her favorite movie

At least from what I remember

But I was pretty young

And the world was easily misinterpreted

And I could be misremembering

as one does

from adulthood looking at the kid they used to be

I remember watching Wonder Woman

with Linda Carter

and spinning around

hoping I would change

into anything

and got addicted

to how it feels when you spin on your feet

or a seat

or anything

when the dizziness takes over

and the world whirls around and passes you

like comets through a clear sky

I don't know where we lived

Maybe on that dairy farm where her boyfriend stayed

Was that where he tried to mix my play-dough

with yellow and blue and water and made a soup

that made me cry?

My sister's father

I think he might still be alive

still living in the county I was born in

as far as I know

He was a good guy

How many people have died

so much older than me

that I barely knew

or remember knowing at all

I remember my mother's friend Jesse

but I don't remember her face

I remember Mrs. Wood

and I think Mrs. MacNamara

That might not be her name

And Mrs. Nastowitz

who didn't believe children needed to use the bathroom

Not during her class

at least

We called her BastardBitch

The few members of my known family

NastyWitch or NastyBitch would have been better

aesthetically

But we weren't in the presence of mind to coin those names

I pissed my pants in the hallway where she made me stand

when I couldn't stop moving and acting out

because I had to use the fucking restroom

I wasn't the only one

I just felt like I was that day

She was a substitute

who taught me to just leave the hallway when I needed to

which I hadn't thought of before

I was the good student who did as he was told

And Ms. LaPlant

Gods

I hope you're dead

You still owe me a pair of scissors

that came in the kit my grandmother bought me

that you took and added to the school's supplies

Second grade

and I knew more about brainstorming titles than you did

Thank you for proving it

by calling out half of my list

as not being realistic

much like your hair color at the time

I assume

Thank you for teaching me that

some teachers are never worth learning from

I hope for fucks sake you at least took them with you

and left them to me in some will I don't know exists

It would be nice to think you had at least one quality

that redeemed your loser ass in this realm

while you and BastardBitch scissor each other in hell

and that other bastard and the vice principle watch

the ones who physically wouldn't let me leave the school

because I didn't have my homework done

I believe they made me miss the bus

Fucking eighties Camden Middle-finger School

I don't remember his name

but he was always such an ass

to anyone with undiagnosed learning or neurological issues

She was Mrs. Lynch

or Mrs. Lurch

or Mrs. I-don't-give-a-fuck

No one ever knew how she got her position

No one believed she deserved it

That I knew or had met

at least

They're likely both dead and gone by now

And hopefully reborn as snails already digested as escargot

for eating students' innocence

Or maybe cocks used for fighting

and killed their first times out before the police arrived

if they ever did

I wish I could have transformed

I wish I could have howled

and bit a few someones

Eaten their spleens as they blocked the door

Not Wood and MacNamara

They were good

I would have let them run

and hide in the teachers lounge of the other school

Elementary can be nice

Fucking LaPlant, though

Keep scissoring in hell

Honey

or come back and do a fuck ton better

Of you

the asshole

or the sidekick chick

you hurt us the most

and loved it twice as much

Gods

I hated all of my schools

But

fucking hell

I miss being that young

Before I had to figure out where all this hate came from

They made me so afraid of everything

I wish they were the only ones

** This is from a collection of poems I have been writing throughout the month of May, 2025, and may not reflect the day in May that it was written on.