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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; school</title>
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		<title>When homework depended on holidays</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sit peeling Bible Character nametags off desks and fill 5 grocery bags with 20-some trophies all concerning honors and academic teams, and to think grades mattered; the echo of an empty house deafens the aging ear, unfurnished&#8211;the original fixtures go up again, and the light is not quite the same; tearing wallpaper is tearing [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sit peeling Bible Character nametags off desks<br />
and fill 5 grocery bags with 20-some trophies<br />
all concerning honors and academic teams,<br />
and to think grades mattered;</p>
<p>the echo of an empty house deafens<br />
the aging ear,<br />
unfurnished&#8211;the original fixtures go up again,<br />
and the light is not quite the same;</p>
<p>tearing wallpaper is tearing flesh<br />
as corpses of unwanted toys pile up on the curb,<br />
suffocating former friends in plastic bags<br />
as letters of puppy love mix with unused catnip,</p>
<p>an unfinished Webelos badge and a few pinewood derby cars sit on<br />
purple mimeograph worksheets and classmates&#8217; Valentines,<br />
10 D.A.R.E. ribbons and an elementary school yearbook rest upon<br />
my rock collection and its dimens [sic].</p>
<p>when homework depended on holidays: Santa&#8217;s letters, Thanksgiving spelling tests, and New Years Resolutions.</p>
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		<title>Unpopular as innocence (thankfully)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I still shiver when I consider sex before my driver&#8217;s test, two years before my first kiss a girl undressed closed behind a door I wanted to remove, waiting, a scared little boy, if she would have dangled herself before my nose, who knows what I would have followed crowded with the crowd into locked [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I still shiver when I consider sex before my driver&#8217;s test,<br />
two years before my first kiss a girl undressed closed<br />
behind a door I wanted to remove,<br />
waiting, a scared little boy,<br />
if she would have dangled herself before my nose, who knows<br />
what I would have followed</p>
<p>crowded with the crowd into locked rooms,<br />
as if taped up doors ever stopped them.<br />
afraid to be forced do anything (or anyone)<br />
to be in control I must be out of popular circles and 7-minute heavens,<br />
being unconventional at high school academic conventions<br />
when they called my name,<br />
I wrote, I wrote, I wrote.</p>
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