One, everything was all right- perfect 10-
Measureable by a letter scale,
Two, I recall you but not what you said
one and one?
The scale is getting heavy and dark like
my heart. Minus.
Three, each relationship getting harder
to find—each with the same—
pattern—not mine. My weight not holding on to
constant. Scale is Letter B.
Four, the nights are getting tougher too.
Longer, and hard to measure,
With and without a ruler. One quarter
Gone. Still not, measuring. Minus.
Five, do not tell me it is easy that’s
lying. So—false—cross out equal sign. Scratch—
paper is a waste of trees. Precious Carbon
and Oxygen, GASP! Heavy Letter C.
Six, I remember! Two! One and One, but
now there is an X? But Y? An axis, grid paper
more waste. Find it? How about no. You left,
and I have to do all the work? Of Course! Minus.
Seven, no more erasers, pencils gone.
Pen—is the only option. No more mistakes. You are
too old and too smart for those. Listen up kid.
It can only rise over run from here. Unlucky. D.
Eight, crying used to be continuous—
but now it is—discrete. One to eight—years—to learn tables time and
times again. Ones and twos and threes and skip,
all the way to multiplication. X is not a letter. Minus.
Nine, it is almost time for me now too.
Graduating is easy when the numbers make sense. They sometimes never
always do. Like, numbers are real only
in school where they are too afraid to be imaginary. Anger. E.
Ten, I need you, pi is not food, and I
am dying of starvation. Left to Right, My Dear Aunt Sally, but I do not have,
a relationship with her. I need you. I
hate that you are missing. I need you. I am no good at long division….Failure.