(poetry diary 49) While tired and looking for poems about sleep, I found another math poem. It’s narrator who comes “from a family of counters.” He might make some readers want to start counting too.
I’d walk close to buildings counting bricks, run my finger in the grout till it grew hot and numb. Bricks in a row, rows on a floor, multiply floors, buildings, blocks in the city. I knew there were numbers for everything— - Read rest of poem