Monday, January 5, 2015
This is a Poem about Frustration
This is a poem about Frustration
it begins and ends
I just want
I wish there were
people everywhere I go.
THEY took away my bag at the bookstore.
THEY said it fights theft.
I take out my notebook and wallet and laptop and resignation and hand them my empty bag.
"Does this really cut down on theft?"
She tells me statistics that I don't care about. I can't figure out
Her or myself.
I was the one that
if the bag was
It's all my own fault.
I chose this
p l a c e.
I thought it would give me enough
But it did the
e t i s o p p o
My jaw hurts.
I bet its from the clenching.
Or from my wisdom teeth that are not wise and are needing
This poem is about Frustration.