Curvature of the Nine

I have curvature of the nine she said You are a golfer I guessed? She laughed and her tummy shook Her legs were flabby There were two of them; I can count to two in English. Her mouth made a zero I knew it was not an O because it was more oval And I did not think the finger beside her face was the start of a ten but I do not do math; it terrifies me. She drew a seven with her finger And she mouthed the word “geometry”. I was scared to bits. Math is a language I do not speak or understand. I ran away and hid under the bleachers, trying to not look at the numbers written there.