...this morning during savasana i swear i smelled hubba bubba bubble gum, which threw me back to school bus windows slid down to the click, long hair flapping in the dusty country wind, half kneeling on my back pack to see above the seats (embarrassing remnants of a brown bag lunch squished within, no cheetos no capri suns no oreos, just cut carrot sticks from the garden and thick slices of cheddar cheese slapped between some kind of grainy 'good for you' bread), which threw me back to the jb thomas cafeteria at lunchtime, and escaping the awkward maneuverings of where to sit by wandering into the foosball room, in hopes of seeing that beautiful boy who kissed me on the stairs that one time, which threw me back to those stairs, which i heard were torn down a few years ago, along with the auditorium where the choir and band concerts were held (all of us lined up on risers, covered by robes, zipped up to the chin and sweating), where we performed our school plays and cried every closing night as we wrote on the cement walls hoping we'd made some indelible mark on our audience and each other...
