It’s been awhile since I’ve posted some flash poetry (So the challenge is, to set a timer and write a poem in 5 minutes). :)
The irony: when I was an undergrad, I wore black leggings, too,
when I was dating Greg and dreaming of John (who was in Japan).
And when I see them on my students, I am that girl in the leggings and the bright-colored XL Gap tee (that I later wore during my maternity years).
These students of mine, they don’t know that I once wore black leggings.
As I stand in front of the class, teaching them. About history.