I pretend to be unflappable because I have thirty years on them and a penciled diagram of where each one is supposed to sit. Forty teenage faces examine me as I take roll. It’s Friday. I survey a room full of hardback English books and softcopy chosen novels, stacked three to a table.
(Power Point.) Take notes, in your own words. (Click.) Title it, "All About Nouns." Write that down. (Click.) A noun is a person, place or thing. It can also be an idea. (Click.) There's common, proper, singular, plural, collective, compound, concrete, and abstract. Here's a test for the illusive concept of the abstract noun: Can you see it? Can you feel it? Does it make a sound? Does it have flavor? Can you smell it? If so, it's concrete, not abstract.
The skinny girl with the big mouth raises her hand. “Is making love, you know, in the good way, concrete or abstract?”
I pretend to have patience and she pretends to seek truth. All an illusion. (Click).
poured and set, scraped and leveled,
how would it laugh?