DNE

All those memories you don’t want to be a part of

All those silent mistakes you made when you couldn’t

Open a mouth that had belonged to someone else.

That silently cried out for someone to tell you

To just shut up

That ravishing hope that

You’d find someone who was just a little more

Honest and able and exponential

And not another equation

Leaving you with a remainder

Which you didn’t even want to factor.

I AM A WHOLE NUMBER.

variable when the situation feels appropriate

and they always save a place for me.

And why can’t I be “x” or “y”

or “mx+b”.

Or anything but me.

quadrilaterically speaking

I am nothing but ninety degrees.

Displeased.

the outsiders think I’m irrational

the insiders consider me squared

I am a fucked up function.