#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."