On noons like this – scorching
I’m a Venn diagram
The subject matter trapped in your stubby fingers
Stuck on the tip of your blunt pencil
A mere drawing
Moving around in circles
You erase every arc that makes me whole
Sadly, I don’t understand simple arithmetics
So, I lie helplessly in a sheet of paper
Because your notebook has grown weary of me
And all you do is…
Squeeze and fling me into the trash can
©️ Michelle Nnanyelugo