Intarsia

I go out into the world for choices.

I stay inside my world for the dependability. 

In a parallel universe, 

I could have been a scientist,

had I had the write teacher.

I struggled in science classes—

I never even took high school chemistry. 

I remember driving my 8th grade science teacher 

—Mr. Hilliard—crazy by asking why there were a certain number of electrons in an atom, 

or why they orbited in a certain way. 

He was like, “Because that’s the way it is!” 

And I was like, “But what’s the story?!”