classroom, trauma, burned
I know you were just joking, back in our classroom, about our Fruit-Roll-Ups burning where we left them in the gymnasium lunchroom. Because of the fire drill. I know you probably weren't thinking about your father at all when you said the joke, even though it was your first day back at school. After everything happened. Were you? Were you thinking of your father when you joked about our Fruit-Roll-Ups burning? I couldn't think of anything else after our teacher told us-the horribleness of a father burning-the horribleness of a father sleeping and burning. I know I should have thought before. But I didn't. "Our Fruit-Roll-Ups won't burn because it's just a drill. .. but your dad did. He burned." I know I shouldn't have said it.
Meyers, Sarah J.
"To the Boy in My Second Grade Class,"
Inscape: Vol. 38:
1, Article 15.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol38/iss1/15