I remember the room, the chair,
The smell in the air
Of the classroom and the book and
The way the sticky thick pages stuck
When we read about poetry for our 11am
Reading lesson in school.
I believe it was 3rd or 4th grade.
I read it and I
Understood and I saw that there was
A lot of rules but I thought to myself
Why rules —
Rhythm rules. it’s the way
The words topple off your tongue.
It’s the beat of the feeling and the meaning behind the rhythm.
I raised my hand and I asked my teacher
“Why don’t we just speak to each other
In poetry” and she said
“That would be too hard, or like music
See you have to write it on purpose”
The last part has never made sense because
It’s bullshit 🙃