Holes in My Underwear

Holes in My Underwear — page 5
DOODLER I am a doodler The diagnosis is clear Crack open my heart you'll find a doodle in there Whether pencil or pen my doodles flow out like cool water running in a fire hydrant spout When I start to doodle I doodle a lot The best places to doodle are places to not On the corners of desks I impale my depictions of dragon fights with ghosts of disastrous infliction On the soles of my shoes I draft a landscape of blueberry tacos in pink permanent ink The spine of my textbook with its cardboard frame outlines skyscrapers and towers I engrave The stalls of the bathroom have a dark glossy sheen and serve as the backdrop to the heavens I weave My homework assignments have a big empty space On the place it says Name I etch a puke face When a poster is posted an opportunity knocks to doodle my dreams of lasagna noodle socks On the inside of my locker I sketch out a world of flying blue whales and clouds made of pearls The palm of my hand has a wonderful shape to scribble a scene of flying superhero grapes After the teacher is gone I go use the board and score a new tale of pigs wielding swords Some days they lock up all my utensils and tools but that doesn't stop me from doing my doodles I close my eyes tight and the white canvas flies in I doodle in my thoughts until I'm free once again 8