Tonight's Poet Corner: Tutoring Session, 10:47

Tutoring Session, 10:47
by Belinda Roddie

Disappearing poltergeists.
We dream

big, but we are forced to
consider ideas like we're seeing ghosts -
haunted, irrational, nothing but an
optical illusion in the corner of your
weakest eye.

When you take a test, four
senses are ignored for the sake of your sight,
and we all know that vision is limited
to one paintwashed scope,

and achieving perfection is not
the same as achieving complacency. Discard

ideas,

and we discard

human happiness.

No boat sails without a sail. No meal
is accomplished without a recipe. And the
recipe, per health requests and taste
preferences, is going to change. The ladle
sticks to the edge of the pot,
and we can't stir. But we
lick the entrails, and we choke, and
the gristle lingers
long enough for the smiling
headmasters to mockingly ask,

"There,
was that so hard
to swallow?"