Blue Car

The past,

everything that went before...

...is a dry leaf fallen from a dead tree.

The tree's been cut down...

...the leaf crushed by feet

and ground into earth.

So now there is only

the memory of trees.

I am the disease

that rots the bark of trees.

I am rust and gravity.

In my dreams we are all together again,

and my mom is happy.

But then the leaves all fall off the trees,

and my dad is gone.

"I call out to him, but wherever he is,

he can't hear me. "

Mr Clark, please.

This is AP English. If you can't extend

a modicum of respect to your classmates...

...you are free to go right

on down the hall to auto shop.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Miss Denning, how do you feel

about that piece of writing?

Anyone else? Praise, criticism

for Miss Denning's poem?

It's very nice. Good work.

Anyone interested in vying

for the Discovery Award for Young Poets...

...we will be discussing the details today

after school in Poets' Circle, room 302.

And, just in case the $3,000 scholarship

doesn't entice you...

...the finals are held in Florida

over spring break.

Journals in the box.

Miss Denning...

You can go deeper.

- You're not staying?

- I have to take care of my sister.

Do you want me to pick up

an application for you?

- They're not gonna pick me.

- Auster's judging the finals.

What did he say to you?

Nothin'.

A man in Mexico burst his own eardrums

with a pencil and sewed his eyelids shut.

He says because the government

is deaf and blind to people's pain.

Lily, shut up.

Look.

Stop it!

You'd better stay in there,

you little brat!

Where's Lily?

- Megan...

- I didn't do anything.

Lily? Open the door.

What's it gonna take? Huh?

Get ready for bed.

It wasn't my fault.

I expect you to take care of her

when I'm gone.

- Get a baby-sitter.

- I can't afford a baby-sitter.

You do have a responsibility to this family.

You had her. You take care of her.

What did you say?

Get out of my sight.

It's gonna get infected.

You've gotta stop hurting yourself, Lily.

Mr Blazek.

Channelling Bukowski - Very good.

Mr Cappo.

I believe "blow job" is two words.

Or maybe it's a hyphen.

Miss Denning.

Mr Sadler. Another adventure story.

Crap!

- Want a ride?

- No, it's OK.

Come on.

So are you starting

to look for colleges?

Oh, I think I'm just gonna stay here

and go to Sinclair.

Well, there are scholarships, you know.

I mean, in addition to the contest.

Well, I just got a job, so I'm kind of busy.

Have your parents ever read your work?

My mom has school after her work,

so she's kind of busy...

...and I don't really see my dad.

Ever?

Birthdays and Christmas and...

He and my mom don't really get along,

so it's kind of... Kind of easier that way.

Easier for you?

We're the building

up on the... On the right.

I'd like you to enter the poetry contest.

I can give you my lunch hour

a few days a week to help you prepare.

- But I'm not a poet.

- Not yet.

You miss the bus?

- You see me on it?

- No.

Draw your own conclusions.

Where'd you get those?

Did you take them from the storage space?

Draw your own conclusions.

Put 'em away before Mom comes home.

Who's this?

- Dad.

- No, the baby.

I wasn't an angel.

It's not me. You have his face.

Same chubby cheeks, same eyes...

You look just like him.

Lily, get up.

Lily, you'd better be ready

to leave in two minutes.

Why are you all dressed up?

Do you have your lunch?

No. I don't want it.

Why are you wearing Mom's shirt?

Why are you such a pest?

- That's his house.

- Auster's?

Yep. He won some big award for writing

a long time ago.

You know that leather book

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