A THOUGHT DURING CATHOLIC SCHOOL RECESS
Flies bog my life
like an Indian summer:
a waterfall of heat conducts
with an annoying buzz.
I swat, miss, hit my ears
with ruler-red knuckles. Nuns
are quick to hit us dreamers. I've always an urge
to slap what little skin they bare
as I dream of millions of NASA foam dollars
and those cherry cheeked, red-haired elementary teachers
hired without any state certificate.
about the author
Jeffrey Calhoun is a Biology major at the University of Dayton and has been published in The Muse Apprentice Guild, orpHeus, Snow Monkey, Tilt, The Centrifugal Eye, Poems Niederngasse, and The Loch Raven Review.