From the stack I pull one more:
Chris’s.
He writes about an aircraft carrier, describes
a cliché sea and sky
I airlift my red pen
it hovers over phrases I wish I could change
I hesitate, add one comma
then stop pretending I can grade this essay
suddenly it’s 1968
I am twelve and listening to the Beatles
and Chris is fighting in Vietnam
By Jim Ott
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dad this is awesome
i love it
as i read this
i was listening to the beatles
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