Eighty times seeing the world
Times fifty times fighting
equals the same person,
folded in
Four thousand different outfits, houses, bodies
(four thousand times three then) .
Thirty wait for a smile that is inviting
and for seventy of your hundred attributes,
people leave you in a cruel, lazy swirl.
And yet, the outliers shoot from the mean.
with a rising confidence level
equal the same person,
ninety-eight, ninety-five, ninety in
all abundance of teaspoon lives.
It's not so rare to cling to pillows and revel
in math of millions of wall colors,
inbetween the fifty times falling back into love and dreams.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/math-for-the-real-world/
