Sometimes i dream in
black and white.
sometimes i live in
color.
i can't focus in math class, becasue
the calculator keys sound like music.
twenty-eight
musicians
striking guitars,
murdering drums,
algebra music
sounds sweeter, it's
twenty-eight pencils
scratching out notes on paper,
feet shuffling,
fingers through the hair,
zippers on bags,
clasps on purses, overhead
projector button
clicking on and off, teacher's singing
bar-uhh-tone.
beautiful.
i can't focus in math class, because
the calculator keys sound like
music.
