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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alibi School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pal, Jake, majored in corruption.<br>His final exam: a girl from the Midwest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">three weeks to dismantle eighteen years<br>of good parenting. High results came early</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the easy days, with the principal taking<br>his puff from the honor role in the bathroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In gym we learned how to turn our backs<br>on the world at once; the team</div><div style="margin:10px 0">elected me captain of varsity nosebleeds.<br>At the prom, we parked our limousine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before doing the mandatory wind sprints; <br>my date's eyes were big, hazel dictionaries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At our homecoming Jake injected the clouds<br>with a hero's last breath; rain on the victory parade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was greeted with cheers. The years rushed by<br>with their tongues hanging out. We packed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our cages and invented course work overseas.<br>In Guatemala, we copied back pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for a hundred milligrams of extra credit<br>and proudly parachuted into sleep. In Prague</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we emptied our text books and guzzled<br>chapters of Bohemian history. The class</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kept shrinking until it was just me, passing<br>all the social tests. I returned to America</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fluent in disaster; all the smiles I looked at<br>collapsed. I walked my pneumonia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">up Avenue A, where inconspicuous teachers<br>assigned telepathic equations. My pupils</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leapt from dilated chalkboards; a hundred<br>consecutive nights of slow, dirty arithmetic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">curdled inside of me. Graduation<br>is an impossibility. Ditto expulsión.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am permanently unrolled in the rambling<br>Lectures of insomnia. Wake in the lab</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with my back against the wall. Turn: the wall<br>turns on me. I am the mutual friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of enemy foxholes. It's like bowling<br>for hostages: exactly beyond my periphery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jeffrey+McDaniel">Jeffrey McDaniel</a><div class=q>
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His final exam: a girl from the Midwest, 

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