Poem: Egg and Wine

A poem about the last day of high school

I was expelled from high school on the very
last day. Threw an egg at the vice principal
on a dare. He looked almost equally tired
and disappointed. He said, “go on, just fuck
off now”. And I said, “Okay”. So he tried to
add, “Good luck getting into hostels and
universities, when they come asking for
testimonials I’ll tell them you were kicked out”.
To which I replied, “righty-o mate, those
have all been sent already”.

But a couple of weeks later I walked into his
office, and handed him a bottle of wine. As
a thank you, of sorts. A gesture. And he said
thanks. And we shook hands. And he said,
“What was that blip? Why did you do it, what
was the point? I struggled and said sorry
one more time, and did my best to even
sound like I really did mean it. He said,
“Well, this is going to taste pretty good
tonight”, pointing to the wine.