Another poem

muddy, mustard yellow pencil

why should i be afraid?

perhaps because you stand for math and mistakes

"c'mon, kids!" you shout, 

your voice full of A plus pluses and wonder 

"let's get on point!" 

then, drunk with your own power, you become horribly dull

and taunt a student like me 

she who must constantly second guess the answer

and start again

"psst, kid.  wanna watch me wear a hole through your graph paper?"

"no!"

then you did it anyways

but i'm a grown up now

and a better dinner date than you, for sure

i can appreciate

check it out:

your design is simple

yet complex

so many sides

and that choice called "mechanical"

goddamn it, who else has a choice called "mechanical!"

pencil, you frustrate me