The Poet's Faculty Meeting

Faculty meeting. Formidably flippantly fortuitously fluffy and forgetful. I began to write a little list of F words, because I was in the F word mood. Frilly. Free-ha-ha. Feast. Forget-me-knots. Fallacy. Farming. Fastidious. Fun-filled. What are you doing? A non-friend asked me. She had already broken my chain of counting when I was Counting syllables, making me angry. “I am writing F words,” I tell her. She looks at me with fanfare, farcically, fantastically. I am relieved to begin anew. Now I am adding PH words, because they will go along well with my theme. Phonetically, phenomena’s, phenol barbital, phosphate, phantom, philosophy “You can always ask Caren.” Uh-oh. I look up. Everyone is looking at me including the principal who is pleased as punch I’m taking such great notes. I nod my head. Feline, foamy. Form-fitting, fleshy, flesh-eating, fractions, fanfare, fishy, finished, foamy, Phillip, fixed, fixt. Someone puts their hand on my paper. I glare at them. “What are you doing?” I put my finger to my lips to shush them. Fluffy. Faerie, Fairy. Franchise. Farmer. Freshman. Frequent. Frequently. Feminine. Farcical. Feisty. Fibber. Fibbing. French fries. I look up. Clock says 4:35. Time to go. Totally un-socialized, I fly out the door, knowing the union is on my side.