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

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