What I Really Want to Do
and the plan is:
to neglect my textbooks in my locker,
go off of my memory.
not read for class; blank stares
as i'm accustomed to,
as i pretend i can't hear anything.
homework finished
the first few minutes
as the teachers waste time in the halls.
scratched squiggles on a paper,
letting everybody down,
becoming friends with the numbers 50 and 60.
then they'll sit me down
in their office and ask what's wrong with me.
i'll pick up a red pen
from the little metal basket,
forgoing the black fountain and the mechanical pencil.
on the back of my hand i'll draw
a flower, simple flower,
rub the back of my hand across the hair on my temple.
i'll pretend that i put the flower there,
tucked gently in my ear.
my hair, unkempt, my eyes wild,
i'll tell them that there's nothing wrong with me.
to neglect my textbooks in my locker,
go off of my memory.
not read for class; blank stares
as i'm accustomed to,
as i pretend i can't hear anything.
homework finished
the first few minutes
as the teachers waste time in the halls.
scratched squiggles on a paper,
letting everybody down,
becoming friends with the numbers 50 and 60.
then they'll sit me down
in their office and ask what's wrong with me.
i'll pick up a red pen
from the little metal basket,
forgoing the black fountain and the mechanical pencil.
on the back of my hand i'll draw
a flower, simple flower,
rub the back of my hand across the hair on my temple.
i'll pretend that i put the flower there,
tucked gently in my ear.
my hair, unkempt, my eyes wild,
i'll tell them that there's nothing wrong with me.