Foul Ball

In elementary school
music class,

I was handed
the wooden block.

In my audition
for the talent show

I tucked my knees
into a pair of sweats

and danced like wild
to "People are Strange,"

continuos footless pirouettes
until my knees began to bleed.

I had to perform in front of
the special ed class.

The crowd went wild
my teacher did not.

She just pressed stop
on the tape player

when I was done
and said, "Ok, Jeff. Thanks."

I never did get to be in the talent show.