FIRST GRADE CRIMINAL
She knew she had done something
wrong; her knees reddened
by the knobby carpet that hid
the hard linoleum, cold and grey
that was probably white
once. She had written on her desk
with blue marker, and now
that desk scrubbed clean
was gone; no desk
until the second grade, so far away,
replaced by stares and glares
from teachers passing by, other kids,
the principal. Her teacher grinned
the toothy grin of Cruella De Vil,
acted nice in front of others
reminded them that transgression
was rewarded with pain—
humiliation of a pariah—
and one must learn even at six
that consequences exist
for every action and that someone
else is always in charge. She thought
her teacher might have a dungeon
at her house, or beneath the school;
she searched for the trap door
always looking down to avoid it—
the inevitable dropping into the dark—
that would most surely be reported
to her mother, who asked
about her day, every day,
and whether school was good
—she always replied that it was—
it was fine and if it would be okay
she would like to start wearing
long pants to school
instead of the dresses
she had picked out at the store
at the bright back-to-school counter
where all of the possibilities
of first grade had shone
right in front of her.
Anne reads "First Grade Criminal":
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Anne confesses: "Incited by an article about a first-grade girl punished for writing on her desk, I wrote from this limited point of view; I wanted to explore the girl's thoughts as I imagined them. She had fallen prey to a megalomaniacal teacher and an oblivious parent."
Originally from Kansas,
ANNE GRAUE lives, writes, and teaches online from her home in New York's Hudson Valley. Her poems have appeared in
Compass Rose,
Sixfold Journal,
New Verse News, and
The Five-Two. She will have poems in the summer issue of
Ginosko Literary Journal. She is a reviewer for
NewPages.com.
