Staring at your crooked handwriting on the blinding whiteboard,
As crooked as the dark thoughts circling my mind like vultures.
My eyes are-
Gaping holes taking in theories and proofs.
Can you not see the blackness-
How can you expect me to care?
When the paneled lighting above me,
buzzes like an inescapable mosquito-
in my ear.
Setting off bombs in my head.
Look at my face.
How can you not see it?
“This is elementary math.”
“You can do this in your head.”
Look at me-
Do the math.