Math Class

The girl sitting in front of me

Is afraid of her feet.

She can see them there

Beneath her desk.

She strains to get away

Arms pushing, head all in my face.

If I wanted

I could bite a chunk of sun bleached orange.

Pimples on the back of her neck

Patterned like rain drops.

Connect the dots

To a wrinkled tag of a shirt, size small.

Green like tea

Or a murky lake of a fish shit.

If I wanted

She could drown in that lake.

The back of her chair, blue

Like orange sherbet if only it wasn't orange.

It tells me in crude pencil

"U LIKe meN."

Someone replies boldly

"So do u."

If I wanted

I could pretend not to hear.

Mr. Teacher with his smelly markers

Draws circles and triangles on white.

This, if that, is not equal to these

So you know what's not right.

Ostrich in the jungle of sloth

Gulps down his water.

If I wanted

I could tell you what's not right.

American flag like god,

Watches with a camera's eye.

Bins for what we don't want

Are labeled then turned upside down.

The phone on a cord

Long like fruit rollups.

If I wanted

I could lasso that flag.

If I wanted

I could try to care.

But honestly?

I don't dare.

You can only know what's definitely wrong when you prove it isn't right.

Note: This poem had some nifty structure to it but I can't get the hand of formatting just yet on I'll come back and fix it when I am more intelligent.