Concrete poetry is poetry in which the poet's intent is conveyed by the graphic patterns of letters, words, or symbols rather than by the conventional...arrangement of words." Is that all you know about it," Samuel prodded her gently."Traditional poetry dates from the fourteenth century, while concrete poetry came into usage in 1958." That's a nice definition," Samuel commented. "But what does it all mean?"To Darlene's mind, poetry was a construction of alliteration, assonance, imagery, metaphor,. Mind if we talk about it?”Somehow, it didn’t seem to be the right thing to say. She handed him his watch, thanked him for helping her with Nanami, and left it at that.Ms. Onegai was out from “not feeling well”. Ryan had the sickening feeling that she might never come back to class again. He hoped that wasn’t the case. She was a good teacher.Yeah, really good in the sack, a little voice in his head thought. He remembered sperming her insides. As much as he tried to banish the thought, it kept. Pretty cool, actually.The Sunday before my parents left, I went with Larry to his grandparents’ house. I played bocce and did as well as I normally did, which continued to amuse Don Joseph and his friends. Joyce was cheering for me and her dad and grandfather were giving her pretend evil looks. She had told me that she mentioned we were dating, but had told them it wasn’t serious.Yeah, we were screwing every few weeks and kind of playing house, but no, that wasn’t serious. Something told me. She tutted. That was Jas, ever alert to the little mistakes of life. She sipped a little of the hot tea then took a deep breath."Tim. Let me say how very, very sorry I am. Why I didn't wait to talk to you I just don't know. I won't make excuses, there are none. I was totally unjust and stupid. How I could believe for even a moment that the man I loved absolutely, and who loved me would do something like that ... I don't know. I was crazy." Jas pulled a tissue from her handbag and wiped her.