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Miss Lorenz
Clint Margrave
should’ve been sipping wine in a Paris café,
but instead she drank Folgers
and taught passé composé
to a bunch of acne-faced inmates
in the asylum known as Canyon High School.
I’m not sure how she imagined her life
when she took that degree
in a Romance language,
but it had to have more romance
than kicking Carl Mulligan out
of class for wearing a Cramps t-shirt
that said, “Can Your Pussy Do the Dog?”
It had to be more French than busting
15-year-old metalheads hotboxing
Camels by the chain link fence
behind her classroom wall.
But everyone has bills to pay.
Everyone has a bouche to feed,
even if it’s only your own.
Miss Lorenz must be retired now.
I like to imagine her living
out these late years eating mussels
under a red awning in Montparnasse
or sampling Beaujolais Nouveau
at a little round table by the Seine
or maybe just taking in the view
from her own backyard
of all that’s in the distance.