She Was a Hanging Girl

Her name does not matter She did not use it any way Preferring to be called Num Short for numbers which is what she was all about in spite of the fact that math terrified her She was a hanging girl A snippy girl, a do-not-talk-to-her she is crazy girl We were all warned so how could I stay away from that? I ran toward her like an invincible twenty-three-year-old first time fireman toward the towers on 911 And other days as well Good days Glorious days Days that have dogs living Not always dying under school bus wheels in front of sobbing children like today Num was mean to me Smacked me around First with words, then with pushes No one pushes as hard as Num I doubt if an ant with a whole cookie could push as hard Was I ready to go away? Dhramn right no. Anyone who hates me this much Must be smart, right?