all the sharpies
are safe in their drawer
unable to ink on
unsuspecting, though orderly, desks
the diaspora from years of clinging
has been flung into piles of relativity
you would not be able to see the order amongst the chaos
i'm not ready yet
for the men and women who will come to me
seeking not only past tense verbs and the pythagorean theorem but
love
acceptance
worth
respect
welcome
friendship
meaning in the past and pythagoras' problems (damn right triangles!)
i give it all
all the while
safe in my drawer
with the sharpies
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