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.