tomorrow ≠ president’s day.

bill & hilary, 1972
salad days

in second through eighth grade,
my teachers would frequently announce,
“tomorrow, there will be a surprise.”
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& each time, i would get so worked up
until i was sure i had figured out
exactly what was happening:
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bill clinton is coming!
bill clinton is coming!
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& each time, without fail,
they would reveal something sad
like a new student or how to calculate tip.
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unfazed, i always figured,
“okay fine . . . maybe next time.”
i’d say mcworld is mostly to blame.
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