I Keep Dreaming About My Elementary School Gym Teacher by Alex Ewing

She wore short shorts

Really short

I remember her legs

Tanned and toned

In gym class, I remember

The games we used to play

Dodge Ball, Parachute, Scoop Ball

She keeps appearing in my dreams

She is holding the dodge ball

Searching for a victim

She is bouncing the dodge ball

Seductively, like a big cherry

She is catching the tennis balls

between her Popsicle stick legs

I’m hot and thirsty and

I want a lick of the Popsicle

Bright, red as the cherry ball

Bounding towards my middle

She is wearing the parachute

Like a toga, twirling

Around and around

The colors swirl and I am watching

She is opening and closing the parachute

Like a private show, underneath

Exposing her bare chest on top and

Below still wearing those shorts

Small and tight and I am wondering

How she fits anything in there at all

I am wondering even more than that…

You just would not believe the things she

Did with that ball scoop!

Alex Ewing’s poems have appeared in Genre Urban Arts, Rigorous, Abstract Contemporary Expressions, Juked, Dying Dahlia, Poetry Superhighway and more. Her fiction has appeared in Not Your Mother’s Breastmilk. She lives in central Ohio.