I Reminisce Again

Back in the olden days, I’d scan a poem for class only to discover that the professor scanned it differently. The differences were minor and he never corrected me, though he did insist that I remove my astronaut helmet while class was in session. I was uncomfortable with this poetic ambiguity. I felt like a complete failure and I took to my bed for weeks at a stretch. This behavior did little to help my grade. Now that I’m older and wiser, I’m thinking that my professor and I were both correct. I’m also thinking that it'll have to be lentil soup for lunch again.