Jim Carr was in class
and told me everything.
Her chalky fingers 
pointing at them,
she said crazy things
about pushing strollers
with her friends,
the colors that would 
bring you luck
in your wedding, 
her sister’s babies, 
and strangely enough,
reproduction stats.
“One in four infants…”
“The highest risk of…”
“Distended ovaries occur…”
She just kept going with those.

That’s when she lost it–
throwing chalk at the board,
breaking biology models, 
pushing books off desks−
everyone left. 
Ms. Hennings oblivious,
in a world of rage.
She was tearing 
the Krebs cycle
off the wall
when principal Clark 
and Mrs. Viebrock arrived.