NaPoWriMo #10

Tuesday, April 10, 2018


While I was drawing a stylized DK for Dead Kennedys on my Tretorns in ninth-grade French class, Todd was at CBGB or meeting Ginsberg or something.  

While he was doing that, Jess was swimming in a bayou in Louisiana with some other kids, shouting “Gator!” when they saw a gator.  

At the same time, Amanda was marching around school with her upright posture being a young Republican, and the next year shaving her head and wearing that cool checked dress with the zipper.  

Reagan had not yet told Gorbachev to tear down that wall.  

No one was on the morning news reporting on the president’s Tweets.  

When Reagan bombed Libya, a bunch of boys in Vans and camo pants went whooping down the hall at school, punching lockers in glee.  Maybe it was just one boy.  It seemed like a bunch. 

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