Witty Wonders

A collection of very short poems open for interpretation. Tell me what you think!

CALL ME
Losers
Write their numbers
On public bathroom walls

PEEK-A-BOO
I see you
For hours
After you're gone

THE DOCTOR
Said it would be okay
But even optimism
Can't fill the empty chair
We are too afraid to move
Into the closet

x*y+.5(-2)z
There's no equation
For a fouette.

GIFT
Grandpa handed me the violin
And said, 'play.'

SACRIFICE
Teacher pushes my legs
Down to the dance floor
I let out a cry of pain
Tears slice my face
He pushes harder