Thermalito

Thermalito
by Dr. P-J

Sitting on a broken chair
next to the dumpsters,
having slid thru a gap
in the chain link fence
separating the school property
from a weed filled vacant lot,

I hung out with
the god-forsaken
nicotine-addicted teachers
and inhaled their fumes
and toxic diatribes.

I loved them so much.