Without the confines of my fraility i paraded my skin and bones on the ashes of thursday, hopefull that I wouldn't hurt so bad as the next day quietly crept over the horizon......Miles from resolution after the revolution, as time zones disconnect the hands on our wrists, the earth moves while I sleep and she roams...
We part like the red sea...
I don't know if word spread of our breakup or if my face was a mobile piece of sad graphitti art but the word on the street was now tagged for all to see...My students asked inquistively about my holiday.... i had to tell them an abbreviated truth, I said, "I have to do me"...(of course this was a severe understatement but i had to be professional) i was understood by them... It was as if what i had said was a universal ideal or a famous quote that everyone knew and enjoyed reciting...However like little lie detectors they knew that it was over between Amelian and they knew that i served as judge and jury.. .It was a strange feeling to have my teenage girls scowl at me as their pupils attempted to throw daggers, while the boys glared at me with a strong but silent admiration.. In my male students eyes i saw a burning glorification as if i were a martyr or a saint, it was as if it took every inch of their power not to give me a high five or hoist me upon thier shoulders as if i had just hit a buzzer beater at the championship game.. While in the eyes of the girls I was sinner and a thief...
(Of course the girls were right)
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