Mother never trusted me to know
Places on the map, useless she calls me
Constitution does not mean prostitution
The one must protect from the other but doesn't
Genova becomes Geneva, apple tree turns dogwood
Growing basil, meet mint
Choline starched and scorched
Socks hanging on the line
What is it about gravity that loves clothes
The floor grows hair, cut and grown again
It took a man to discover what women already knew
Really Newton, you needed an apple?
How many unclaimed, unknown bones
Are buried in science halls
Photos of stowed away bodies stripped of clothes
They call each other geniuses
Oh dear goddess, who wants this crap life
The unfolded map on an open lap
The skies are seafarers' escape route
Navigating thunder claps
Tempests that fell oaks and pines
These plants here never hope to thrive
Anything that has beauty gets its own dose of gasoline
Shredded to carbon and fed to millionaires
The green hills gleam in chalky haze
Shrouded and bathed
In some kind of benevolence
Till heat waves hit
All I ever wanted was love and enlightenment
Sometimes I glance over my rickety shoulders
At the bus seat recently vacated
To make sure that I am not still sitting there