#243
"Why I Think God is a Woman"
by M.
Girls always pay a piteous amount of attention
to those..
seemingly insignificant details.
Look around you. The earth is proof.
They always nag you into
doing what they believe is right
without saying
a single word.
Their screams
make my ears ring
every time I reread
the great flood
their indifference is
maddening.
Sometimes I cannot handle
the disappointment
I am undoubtedly sure
they feel towards me.
Reminding you how inferior you are,
how superior.
Women love you so much
they can let you go.
But no matter how hard you try
you can't do the same for them.
"Where did you find that?"
Matt looked upward nonchalantly. He knew he was in trouble, but his personal philosophy was not to exacerbate the foreboding inevitable. "I didn't know you wrote poetry, Mello."
Mello narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about, I don't."
Matt shrugged, laying the poem on the bed, feigning surrender to his roommate's claim. "Yeah, you're right. What on earth was I thinking."
