for Mrs. Burns
But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Matthew 18: 6
If I could start over and get it right this time
I would begin by killing my kindergarten teacher,
Mrs. Burns. She was a bitch. Her gaze was hot,
and so was her hand, the one she used to spank
on the first day of school. I could not tie my shoes.
Now, just one shoelace would do. I would tie it
around her neck with a slip knot and pull it tight
till her face turned purple and her eyes popped
out of this poem, stuffed down her throat,
the apple I never gave her.