"Skibidi grimace"

From the ski, to the bi, then di. A sigma edged to ligma, A person named Rizzlybeta, He got aura 1000, and his gyat 1000.
One day, he edged to ohio, and saw the ligmas not sigmas, he yapped and yapped, till everyone gooned, every beta and alpha, became an omega sigma. He gave grimace and gyats, to the omega sigmas. One gyatting month, he found still water, he went to eat lunchy with cheese drippy, he sang from the screen to the ring to the pen to the king, wheres my fein thats my hawk tuah always broke boi when i ksi, he activated his adrenaline and nonadrenaline while having his balkan parents german staring him. He avoided his balkan parents, and edged until he busted musted.

My mother and I are
knee-deep in my
late father's storage
unit, which is filled
to the joists with
old math textbooks.

I scrape away the dust,
strange names emerge:
   numerical analysis,
      combinatorics,
         steganography,
             astrophysics,
                 number theory.

We don't understand
even a single page,
we decide it feels
fine to donate them,
the entire collection -
how many years did
we watch these books
decay on his shelves?
If there was a favorite,
he never told us.

Yet what a surreal act,
to thread steps into
this aluminum room
filled with the very
last of his things,
& collect these
books that I often
thought were almost
holy, filled with the
sigmas and matrices
of his high religion,
& now they're just
dust and weight,
                             dust and weight.