Ode to the View from the Window in My Algebra Class

Sun-warmed concrete benches

next to tables with built-in checkerboards

and the graffiti left by hundreds

before us in

Day-Glo spray paint:

 

Joanne Loves Richie

Punx Rule

Nuke Fags and Lesbos

And

Amber Is A Slut

 

The dead leaves and plastic bags scatter

in the breeze from the park

and men in business suits try to keep the

last few remaining strands of hair covering

their pink bald spots.

Cigarette packets and used-up chewing gum

coat the grey sidewalk

And I think

What does it matter

that it is not a linear equation if any variable is raised

to a power?

We’re all just going to die anyway.

 

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