Box envy
that's what Ben calls it
walking down the street and looking at other people's boxes
houses
Wow, I wonder what it would be like to live there?
What do you think people do who live there?
In the day time, I watch the people come out, trying to figure out who they are
In the night time, I look into their windows at their paintings and furniture, bookshelves and tv sets.
Recently I was stuck in an elevator, a really big elevator with about forty kids
some in star trek costumes, some as hip hoppers
They were loud and the elevator was glass
One kid started throwing a baseball
I screamed "sit down"
I located the boy with most power, a tall thick meat faced boy wearing his cap sideways
I said "We need to collect everyone's name to make sure everyone is here."
He looked at me suspiciously but told them to sit down
I walked around the room and collected names
The kids seemed to understand whispering their names was best
When we finished, we had a costume contest
The ride took half an hour
I thought about teaching and how school was about to begin and this year and this dream belonged to a first year teacher, like my life hadn't been updated
I now needed a first mothers dream.
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