Busboy Seventh Grade

My first book covered the topics
of everything everyone already knew.

It turned out
not everyone knew these things.

As a whole humanity knew this stuff
but not each individual person.

It was only common knowledge
to those of us who spoke English

to a sixth grade proficiency
and collected baseball cards.

This accomplishment did nothing
to resolve my crush on Billy’s mother

who wrote one haiku per day
with the word fuck in it.

She was especially attractive
eating Chinese food with chopsticks.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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