of the word
theoretically.
I have theoretical plans,
a theoretical life,
a world of theoretically
endless possiblities,
which ultimately means
a world of nothing concrete.
At this point, my life
is in a box;
both limitless
and finite.
But, honestly,
I'm sick of having a
carton of maybes.
Someone get me
a fucking box cutter.
Word. I so hear you on this one. I love the title - I totally freaked out a SUPER nerdy kid in one of my classes who was wearing a Shrodinger's Cat is alive shirt by making an intelligent reference to it. I think he didn't know a girl who wore makeup could do that. Anyway, this poem rocks my socks. Big love - and not like the tv drama.
ReplyDeleteI misread "word/theoretically" as "world/theoretically" and kind of like it better the way I misread it.
ReplyDeleteSo, drastic rewrite suggestion, which is basically coming from the awesome work the title is doing:
ReplyDelete"At this point, my life
is in a box.
Someone get me
a fucking box cutter."
just a thought...