He sits noiselessly by the Phantom of
the Opera poster, while he stares
through the pages of
To Kill a Mockingbird.
One can almost smell the sulphur of the
striking match inside his head, as he burns through
the book.
Somewhere he picked up a 'poker face' and he uses
it as his everyday mask, except when he looks at
HER, and then his face softens and becomes
mischievous and almost cute.
He has no time for nonsense and he will live his
way, and we teachers of English may never convince
him we matter, until we say his
name right.
clr-2011