I may not love my students
but I know I have a wonderful plan
for at least their writing,
if not their life, so
seeing their casual disregard
of what I know is best
for their future grades
displeasures me, giving me
insight into how God must feel.

today i thought
if he could
then i can
but i was so much
mistaken

I saw the doctor today
he looked into my eyes and
smiled. How could he?
He took a look at my finger,
my mutating thumb stared back at him
How dare he?
The old vivacious man thrilled to meet me
like I made sense, wind in the right direction
It is what no one ever sees
a girl in a chair facing the absence of truth
cold sympathetic eyes
mouth uttering empty words
“You’re a good girl”
Was I mistaken for a dog?
Those words were meant for pets,
the domesticated fools.
Maybe I’m the nature’s pet
fed with low-weight hope,
whole healthy lies and
juicy bones.
How long before I’m put to sleep?
How long must I wait for my free run in the park?
Until then
I piss on nature’s greens