Poetry Submission: ‘Nineteen’

by Shealea Iral What are the hard sciences? you ask to the class a person from the back answers chemistry                         physics                                                 biology                                                                         mathematics your right hand briefly dances in the air an obviously dismissive gesture and light laughter forces its way out of your weary throat now let’s forget about the hard sciences Let’s not I sit there mutely, hands neatly folded on my lap; imperceptibly shaking why should I? I want to ask but I do not I protest in silence I mean, the phrase tumbles from your cracked lips like the aftershock of an earthquake; as if your…