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.