Phases

by Hedgie Choi





I'm trying to feel something about these polar bears in national geographic who are going

to be gone.



I'm half teenage girls

and half grown men



have been, all my life



sitting here like

"ok, move me."



Re: the bears

I'm mad at them.



Their faces look like they knew from the start of evolution that the ice was going to melt.



Some humans have been

not good to me. Like Elon Musk.



Is it important to know facts?

Because I am starting to think

maybe not.



All this has been

teenage girls.

The grown men

I'll show you later.





A version of this poem originally appeared in Midst.





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