Sometimes
I just wish that the nonsensical fell
right into its place
and didn’t get tangled
in branches like kites
and thorny vines
that climb up stone walls

and sometimes
I wish I knew that everything
would work out
just the way I plan
and everything
would fill itself in
to my equations

but kites will blow where they please
and flowers will grow how they please
no matter which way
you fly
or plant
them

and
I hate math
anyway.