One of our students is leaving next week & I took it upon myself to give her a little guidance.
I told her to tuck all the experiences she has had with us in her left armpit. One day while shaving, she will look in her armpit & all the memories will flow out: all the laughter & all the tears & all the tears & the laughter.
Unexpectedly, additional emotions will spin out like a tornado sliding down Niagara Falls . Then, a cold sweat will pour from her pores like sticky marmalade on a hot porcupine.
I cannot stand to wander through this paint splattered museum at one a.m. any longer. The chanting guards reverberate their way through another aimless shift. However, I prefer to push my mop under the Picassos in silence. I’m tired of drifting like a beluga w/o a gps.
Occasionally I come across a nickel waiting to be adopted. I retrieve it & give it a new home in my khakis.
I often stare at my reflection in the soapy bucket & imagine the dark image in the murky water to be framed by a halo. The handle of my mop converts into a shepherd’s staff & I lead my congregation of masterpieces pass the gates of Hades. The famine of my imagination castigates my chosen profession until my 1:45 lunch break. A soggy peanut butter sandwich revives my soul.
I’m back to chasing dust bunnies around Dutch masters for another 4 hours. #meniallabor
coffee cake is just an excuse to have cake for breakfast. #coffeecake