Friday, May 4, 2012
When I was 6, numbers had colors
And colors had feel and taste.
Silly girl, fat girl, stupid girl--
That isn't true!
Not according to the text book.
They are monochrome, they are black on white
Never blent to gray even when married for a sum.
To make matters worse,
4 and seven were tricksters and always changing
Places in my mind. Is it Seventy-4 or Forty-7?
Answer! Sit up straight and pay attention.
O little girl in the picture frame, aren't you pretty
For a moment, perched posture perfect
On the little black and white pony,
Wearing a cowboy hat and frilly dress,
Feet in the stirrups, smiling toward the camera,
The sky is gray flannel and the house behind you- tell me-
Does it have have four or 7 window panes and how many
Dimensions can you explain now that you know
That colors do not breathe and numbers never lie.
Something I will always remember as the sharp
Sting of a ruler on my hands.