Not Forgotten, High School arlene s bice
forgotten! How could I ever
high school moments remain
the dreaded mimeograph machine
comes to me in my nightmares
dripping purple ink all over me
especially my new sweater, ugh!
hands splotched for days on end
what boy would want to hold ‘em
clothes ruined forever, Mom yells
right behind it is the typewriter
ribbon saturated with the same
ugly purple ink that replaces
mimeograph stains, frustration
in replacing, filling, or just getting
it to work
so I can work
thankfully those days are long gone
let me write with a pad and pen
or my precious home computer.
