Now May Thou Be Considered

I need 100 words

for a rigged contest.

[What comfort for teachers?!]

So here’s your poem

Get comfortable

by a scientist

.

Day looms hard

absence of life, chloroformed

draw forth with force

nestled into hips, back and fingers. Neck

twist, skin ashen

anxiety perseverated. Comfort discovered

in coffee, gulps of bitter scald, pot ravaged pre-dawn,

insatiable consumption

count blessings, time absent

brewing total lack of balance

Scorched palm on smooth ceramic

rim stained, lost, start a new

pot.

.

Caffeine anxiety from a menu

Disease?

Build-your-own, Pick-three, Family size it

select stage, metastasized, choose carry-out

broken; Points of pain

diagnosed terminal in an overworked brain

Don’t wanna work education no more

Don’t wanna stand on no matchstick platform

covered in veneer, flammable

ball gagged, handcuffed

trying to untangle the hot struggles

of those who can’t leave the classroom.

Drill

Chaos

Anxiety, the deep fear

Yields cancer

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There's poetry. I guess.

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