I got this email today from the people who run Word of Mouth, a podcast on behalf of the English (or humanities?) department:
Congratulations! Your poem placed in the top 5 entries for the Love/Hate poetry contest. Your poem will be featured on the show and you will receive a Word of Mouth t-shirt.
We were recording your entry today in the sound booth, and want to make sure we pronounce your last name correctly. Is it pronounced like "------?"
I was pretty happy to get this email, ha. I entered for kicks and giggles—I’m not much of a poet. The poem I sent in I actually wrote as a freshman three years ago, dedicated to my second creative writing teacher at BYU. (Here’s looking at you, Hatch.) I always thought it was the best hate poem I ever composed, so I figured, why not?
I’m not positive when the podcast is running… perhaps the 13th? But the link is here.
And here’s the poem for those who want to gander:
To a Teacher I Never Liked
Oh swallowed piece,
Your name is oil to the tongue.
A pole-less fence, gutterbug,
chicken bait. A glazed
dread to visit.
You peek and spy about—
what color tints your bottle specs?
Not rose, nor white, but grey
and molting scalp,
what use are you?
Fish strings for floss,
a bucket-house or cactus shoe.
Spare me digestive scars.
Suck a wood block
and suppose to make a difference.