This is one of many older poems I'll be reposting because I like them. I'm taking this first day on my blog to say the tone for the following days, so its only fair that I add this too. Circa 2009.

Uranium

I am consumed with guilt
when I can't comprehend chemistry.
I am letting down Marie Curie,
I think. I think. I think.

She looms before me,
glowing hot
and I am in disgrace.

(I admire her scientific intellect
and bemoan what I am not)

Femininity knows no restriction
on mathematic intellect-
but yet I prove them all correct
when I'd rather read instead.

"Disgrace, Disgrace!"
Marie cries out, spitting mold that burns
But I can no more be like her
Than I can be a "girl."