Eyelashes
and wishes
if something were different
it ought to have shown itself.
Think wistfully,
now I am become theWaterhousedepictionofOphelia
and some days I ought to be tragic –
others I ought to want to be.
This is the way of trying
remembering lectures and baseballs
in familiarly chastised corners
“stop the try
do the do.”
I think I wanted to fail at least one test in my life
then it happened
and I didn’t feel free,
didn’t feel like anything other than punishment
grief
difficult for a young thing to grip with
but a symbol of some profound modern sickness
confused then, but now I know
the fear of dissapointment
from a system.
