Greater than signs
really do grow into alligators
and feast on their prey.
Telling my Algebra II teacher this
won’t get me out of doing my assignment.
I swear,
they change every time she turns away.
I attempt to keep my eyes down
as I’m avoiding scaly beasts and impossible math problems
and instead fix my eyes on the clock.
It is even more complex than complex conjugates.
Every second is assigned to each minute
and I’m assigned to do problem number one on the board.
The seconds travel down the spiral staircase
taking two, maybe three steps at a time.
Take a step back and countdown from ten
But that doesn’t stop each second from dwindling down.
Irrational numbers, decimals and pauses
Deep in my chest
Long division, long sigh.
Then the scatter-plot line graph exponentially decreases
And goes flat.
Feet tapping to unknown time signatures
One tear making its way down my cheek.
Plus another.
Eighty thoughts per second
And I feel like my heart is going ninety
I tried to count everything but was disappointed
to know that I can’t count even a fraction of anything.
Blame it on my dead calculator,
erase my incorrect, hard work
and start over.
“Will someone help her with problem number one?”
They sigh,
their annoyance multiplies.
Sorry to waste your time.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Greater than signs
really do grow into alligators
and feast on their prey.
Telling my Algebra II teacher this
won’t get me out of doing my assignment.
I swear,
they change every time she turns away.
I attempt to keep my eyes down
as I’m avoiding scaly beasts and impossible math problems
and instead fix my eyes on the clock.
It is even more complex than complex conjugates.
Every second is assigned to each minute
and I’m assigned to do problem number one on the board.
The seconds travel down the spiral staircase
taking two, maybe three steps at a time.
Take a step back and countdown from ten
But that doesn’t stop each second from dwindling down.
Irrational numbers, decimals and pauses
Deep in my chest
Long division, long sigh.
Then the scatter-plot line graph exponentially decreases
And goes flat.
Feet tapping to unknown time signatures
One tear making its way down my cheek.
Plus another.
Eighty thoughts per second
And I feel like my heart is going ninety
I tried to count everything but was disappointed
to know that I can’t count even a fraction of anything.
Blame it on my dead calculator,
erase my incorrect, hard work
and start over.
“Will someone help her with problem number one?”
They sigh,
their annoyance multiplies.
Sorry to waste your time.
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