Don't Think of Others
I had numerous things growing up
& figured out. My left hand easily
traced perspective, multiplication
fed the number snug inside its box.
Mudflows bore cribs from houses
into bridges & I regularly confused
such strange intuitions as audacity
with living. Scribbled in childhood
& sought praise. Respect for letters
helped until the space shuttle blew
confetti everywhere. I was smarter
than a freeway south, mesmerized
inside the billows of flattened cars
stratified so, then my constitution
took a liking to worry. I was reflex
& urgent, prioritized the future life
to fathom how & when best friends
propelled their yards away for good.