Wrinkles In My Mind
5th grade
I remember Mr. Werner
with that soft, gentle voice -musky cologne
calling his boys to his desk
to slowly fondle away our innocence...
and what of that paper mâché cave
in the back of the classroom
I somehow avoided that Black hole of darkness
I hear others weren't as fortunate.
At the end of each day
after he was done with us playthings...
he would read aloud a chapter of
"A Wrinkle in Time"
He was nothing but a perfumed swine.
Arthur! You're 86 years old now; time to confess.
I hear the paper mache cave children are coming back.
To birth the truth from those gravid days...
They say you've turned off your phone.
Won't answer the door, transferred ownership of your home...
Trapped in a paper mâché cave of your own making.
I think I'll join the cave children in the fray.
To help smooth out that wrinkle in time.
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