The Better Number

I don’t even know where to begin with this. The beautiful thing about numbers is that they are spoken as words. All the numbers I say and think and write are drummed out of me from my mind and through my mouth as a one… two… three… four… and so on. This is a miracle.

In college they said math and English don’t go together, like oil and water poured into the same coffee cup. And I suppose by some estimation, they will never mix. Except to say that oil and water and numbers are all words. So is the coffee cup. And the fingers holding it. And the lips drinking all the poetry down.