Early November Gift
A slap in the face from your friend in early November, wrapped in paper and tied with hope.
He gave me a whoopee cushion. I blew it. The whole class heard. I died a little.
She gave me a tiny eraser. I tried to erase my embarrassment. It didn’t work.
He gave me a pencil that didn’t work. I wrote my essay in crayon. It was a disaster.