Sestina for Math Class in Florence
Hi. I wrote a little in Italy and this was something like that. Except that I edited it today, in Tallahassee. I didn't post it then because it was a giant mess and still a little bit is. Some lines have a good 10 syllables and others have 9 or 11, so just ignore that. Ignore whatever you think makes this poem lazy and corny and bad. It's a really great poem if you do that. I wrote it about this feeling that I have all the time but really really have in math class. I'm actually in math class right now, if you can believe it. The classroom I'm in has no windows. If I spend more that ten minutes or something here I start to get the same stress headaches I get during depressive episodes. Lately I've been pushing the fear and the stress of being trapped indoors away. I've been trying to believe that the feeling is immature and keeping me from being a respectable member of society. It's keeping me from earning six figures and knowing a lot about science and bein...
