Clock strikes 12pm and we sit idly by as the promethean board shows trigonometric equations that involves 3 different symbols, 2 different languages, and comes up to 1 answer.
We are clearly uninterested.
Pencil tapping, eyes rolling, legs shaking like a diabetic 3rd grader opening a snickers bar we could be doing something so much more interesting .
Flying. Superman high blue suit. Fruit of the looms the color of an apple, I ain’t got a red cape but I got a blanket to cover me from the cold…
The cold…
Fingers freezing as I climb Mount Everest higher. Fighting yetis left and right.
Left and Right
Left, Left, Left Right Left!
Sergeant Loudmouth yelling from behind me, my helmet is heavy on the top of my head but I have to keep walking. I can’t let my fellow soldiers down.
I wear this army fatigues for reason
Frag in the left hand
Gun in the right and I’m shooting. everything.
Screams and shuffled feet fill the halls as I stop the symphony that makes your heart beat. Blood splatters everywhere
There’s blood everywhere we have to stop this wound! 240/180 she’s not going to make it. racing through the streets, sirens wailing like the mother of this daughter.
This daughter.
After 8 hours of labor and a couple shots of epidural, she’s finally here. Blue eyes, head full of ominous black hair and she is beautiful but she lets out a scream that sends me back to where I started and I realize that while all of this could be happening I’m still here doing this math problem.