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