Point and shoot.
Point
And
Shoot.
Know your notes and say ‘em. Point and shoot.
Reviewing T. S. Eliot,
I scramble to collect the relevant scraps from my mental rag-bags.
How did I study two weeks without collecting a coherent outline?
I paste my facts to my cards, rearrange, repaste, restart.
Then I try to memorize.
mumble shuffle pace
No success. Two minutes to go time, the presentation has a split grade.
Should even out over three people…?
Behind the door, they’ve been going an hour.
Stupid. Stupid. Check the @#$%damn syllabus.
My turn, the note cards hang in my fingers.
I open my mouth and shut my ears.
You know that’s a way to protect your hearing when firing a machine gun?
“departure from his earlier poetry in which”
I didn’t hear a thing I said.
Tiger beetles hunt the same way. Point, then charge blind.
I guess it was close enough. |
Submission Name: I forgot my notes.
