“****, I’d like five minutes in
your head,” he says but
he wouldnt like the
anxiety and the
paranoia
that inexplicably fill this
wandering mind from meme to meme
and from - was that due tonight? - obligation to obligation as i struggle to
stay awake
in a class i dont want
after another night worrying about things that
wont
even
matter
in two years when i have my own classroom
and can finally say
“I did it” to people who dont listen -shane company, now you have a friend in the diamond business- and i’ll be happy with someone who
doesnt
think sharing your feelings is weak
and doesnt
belittle MY **** ideas
and ****** maybe
i’ll look in a mirror and
see someone i finally think is
beautiful
just like he sees.