Assistant Professor Song by Matthew Zapruder
all the empty manila folders that held twilight’s forbidden thoughts
Assistant Professor Song
I take my book of spells that don’t work and my silent megaphone outside at lunchtime and scream at the sky, I am leaving my job as assistant caretaker of everything that will only matter after it has been approved by the standing committee of associate ghouls that never meets, their silent laughter around a circular table wanders into the chapel then makes the endless fountain of bylaws bend while the statue of the founder watches, we all know he will rise one day and meet us where we are to destroy us, when I leave I will take all the empty manila folders that held twilight’s forbidden thoughts and this crying bowl someone else’s mentor handed to me the day I crossed the cobalt oblivion river, I will burn my parchment outside the new recreation facility then go live with my green ache on a very low hill that does not look down on anyone.
First published in ONLY POEMS (September, 2024)







I adore that last stanza! Very relatable from my years as an adjunct.
Yes. I feel this reality from a similar low hill. Excellent dramatic movement in this one!