Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
Homeworkby Phoebe
The papers lined in folders blind do call;
their lines in blue and reddened margins flash
for me to tackle math once and for all
before I may attend the high school bash.
Those problems dark before me do they spin
my pencil scratches error after err;
I don't know half of how I should begin
I scratch it out and do it all again.
Then some strange logic clicks inside my head
and focus that I lacked I do regain.
I tear my eyes from nearby neon Keds
to kill the math homework that must be slain.
The monster's dead now, happ'ly I recall
that party's waiting for me after all.