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A 10 O’clocker’s Words of Wary (Poetry by Jessica Holter)
Certain words make me nervous
like nervous
which creeps down my spine and spreads through my body
infecting all my senses, as nerves are created to do
As a child, I was a 10 O’clocker
Too smart for whatever was being taught
from eight O’clock in the morning, until the first recess
I spent my mornings at The Electric Company
assuming it was somewhere near Sesame Street
where they seemed to have a lot of things
that did not belong there, like me
“One of these things is not like the others
One of these things just doesn't...