i would like
to turn in
my wizardry card
i would like
to drop
an art bomb
an f-bomb
(a freak bomb)
and disappear
in a fog of
green smoke
oh, you didn't know?
i am
the queen of rocking art
i am a sorcerer
a conjurer
of souls
and color
i have been
crowned
by children
i eat and sleep
children
their hopes
their disappointments
i hold up
a mirror
and make them
face themselves
their success
their failures
then i cast
spells to
inspire their
action
stand ready
to catch tears
and embrace
joy
i conjure
experiences
made of
graphite
stop bath
zeroes000 and ones111
and | pigment |
at an
impossible rate
i look inside
the souls
of
every
single
child
to find
which of
my magics
will spur
them to greatness
and my magic
grows
i use sorcery
to accumulate
new recipes
new spells
new questions
i use my wand
to summon
the forces
of earth
to make time
stand still
i forgo food
and rest
because demand
for this
queen
is
high
but alas,
i want to
turn in my
wizard card
hand it to
my overlords
because
my superhuman
wizardry
is not enough
my e x p l o s i o n s
of thought
my insistence
on quality
my very
humanity...
all
swords
in my side
i have
mastery over
light
colors
seep into
every
word uttered
every
letter written
every
glance
from my
eyes
i am a
sorcerer
(read: i am a nys teacher)
but sorcery
is not enough
my overlords
want
*the gods, themselves
