monday

 

some of

the kids

at work,

pre-k,

first,

fourth,

and

fifth

were

sent

home

with lice.

one after

the other,

they just

kept

sending

them

home. i

went

into the

offending

rooms

and tried

to get lice

so they

would

send me

home too.

i helped

the pre-ks

into their

coats,

read to the

first was

read to by

the fourth,

and 

proctored

a spelling

test to the

fifth. i did

more or

less the

same

thing for

the next

four days.

they just

kept

sending

them

home. i

just kept

not

getting

lice. 

friday all

classes

were cut

by a third.

everyone

was itchy

but it was

in their

heads

not on

them. 

on my

way out

of the

parking

lot, i

began to

sweat.

on the

corner

of 22nd 

and 80th 

i threw

up down

the front

of my

sweater.

said my

narrator:

you fool,

you

didn’t

catch

lice, you

caught 

the flu.

in the

left turn

only

lane on

 7th i

threw up

over my

gear

shifter

and cup

holders.

in the

parking

lot of my

building

i threw

up on

my

hands

and

knees. i

was then

certain i

was

dying. 

not

willing

to do so

in the

parking

lot of my

building

i crept

the five

flights of

terrazzo

and

wormed

to my

door. 

inside i

made

out with

the

toilet.

he was

a shitty

kisser. i

looked

into the

mirror,

but my

reflection

covered

his eyes,

so i

couldn’t

see my

face.

it was

for the

best,

i’m sure. 

in bed 

i slept

for the

following

forty-

eight

hours

and

arose

from my

near

death

bleary

eyed in

time for

work on