Theoretical Science
I thought I had it
whipped, knocked, made when you came by
and casually
asked me the single
question that tore me apart,
unravelled me to
shreds, to thin tatters
of myself, except of course
you are simply wrong.
November 29, 2010 3:20 PM
I really hate being wrong. But in high school I was deliberately wrong often enough to get a high B average instead of an A average because I hated being singled out even more. For reasons too complex to explain I needed to be as invisible as possible in high school until I was a senior. Even then, I chose to shine in music and performance rather than grades.
ReplyDeleteHey you're writing, Mr Know it all
ReplyDeleteNot writing, just posting. This poem is over four years old but never before blogged.
DeleteOh right, I overlooked the date. I'm blind as a bat. At least you're up to posting.
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