Poem by Howie
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• Art by Jill Burhans
 I remember do you memorizing how many feet are in a mile how many pounds in a ton the speed of light sitting in our assigned seats which was the real lesson though we didn’t realize it our backs to the windows the sun the bright yellow of crime scene tape Miss Dolan saying quiet class how many weeks in a year repeat in stupid singsong a, e, i, o, u – and sometimes y |