P.O.V.

This was a direct poetic assault on my teacher, Judith Vollmer. One of the recurring issues she had with my work was that she thought I didn't include enough concrete images in my stuff. In retaliation, I wrote this, which purposefully avoids any distinguishing details whatsoever until the last line. The title stood for Pissing Off Vollmer. Turns out, she loved it. What's a guy to do?