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By Larry Narron

As soon as my students are finally

occupied, the power couple of

the month comes barreling

into my classroom, obliterate

the temporary modicum of silence.

Among other things, they interrupt

an email in which I'm attempting

to respond to another concerned

parent's inquiry into the redeeming

value of The House on Mango Street.

The star-crossed pair would like to know

whether I'm currently

in any bromance with a teacher.

Or, if I prefer, they can just interview me

about some favorite celebrity

crush from the Nineties.

For a moment at least, I imagine how

Neve Campbell could take up

half a page of the yearbook,

could be immortalized

for all future Mustang alumni.

The soon-to-be-crestfallen one

keeps snapping pictures—of me,

of my students, of their trap beat

sonnets that plaster the walls.

Bathed in the camera's flashes,

a few kids begin to emerge

from the smeared margins

of their dialectical journals.

Donovan looks up from his response

to that scene in The Outsiders

when the Socs try to drown Pony-

boy in a puddle. He frowns

when the camera is pointed his way.

There must be some kind

of cringe yearbook theme

that can soothe us, something about

how we're all just making waves

while surfing the bodacious winds of time—

as if that alone could console us

from this water torture of days.


Larry Narron is a poet and teacher from Southern California. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Phoebe, Bayou, Hobart, Booth, and Sugar House Review, among others. They’ve been nominated for the Best of the Net and Best New Poets. Larry’s first chapbook, Wasted Afterlives, was published in 2020 by Main Street Rag.

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