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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.

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