I want to know what they don’t teach you.
They taught me
I could have the world
if I was s m a r t enough to take it
Be smart
Crunch numbers
before you guzzle on sunsets
tongue stained
with the juice of pomegranate skies
and lethargic poetry
clinging
like sleep to your skin
Be smart
Do not memorize each word
for your s a d n e s s as it grows
For falling in love with words
is a d i s e a s e
a waste
Memorize each of your bones
The clavicle, the coccyx, the cranium
For they will keep you s t a n d i n g
when your words fail
Be smart
The world will open itself to you
like the wilted petals you plucked from the groun
stems peeled back
and bleeding green
all over your fingers
They taught me
I could have the world
if i was smart enough to take it
Yet
All I’ve learnt is that
e n t r o p y is a measure of disorder,
and that
I no longer want a world
made of c h a o s
