It Doesn't Matter

November 16, 2008
‘How’s school?’ he asks.
‘Fine’ I say,
even though it isn’t.
‘Teachers treating you all right?’
‘Sure’ I say,
even though it doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters
as I walk home
wishing on cars
and making up poems in my head.

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