Curse
this retarded computer.
And curse
my retarded
Economic History of The United States
impaired brain.
They are speaking Spanish
next door and
I wish I could join in
but I am not that brave.
Or that cool.
I miss you
like I miss no other
and I had no idea
that you would ever start
to matter this much.
But there are things about you
that have to change
before I will let myself
tell you
that I love you.
Okay?
This poem is retarded.
All my writing lately
has been retarded.
What's wrong with me?
I think my sister
snuck into my room
in the middle of the night
and stole
my writing ability
and took it for herself.
Not
cool.