A gifted writer, the spoken word often her undoing.
Once, frustrated with her quiet lumpy students
she muttered loudly enough for all of them to hear
Why don’t you go out and take drugs so you’ll have some ideas in your heads?
A wrong thing to say, of course, and came with consequences
as did the day she stormed out of the English Department
slamming the door and grumbling loudly that she thought
she might go postal, later to claim in her letter of apology
that she did not own a gun and was rarely homicidal.
There she went oops once again.