disorder

The whole class stands still

with our notebooks open to view

our words come from nature and order;

some write in black and some in blue

but propinquity of the compositions

                             is the major clue;

we all inherit as we learn to do

but one will have a single cacography

from there the whole genome goes wrong

down, canavan, turner or hemophilia;

life is a cruel teacher, a total disorder

and I’m happy that I lived one more night

                             sleeping with you.

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 7^th 2012, Ottawa