The Number Shortage
The official mathematicians convened
in regards to the geometric circle
and a line between two points,
and due to lack of resources and
internal disputes, they said no numbers
would be left over for anyone that year.
“Wait at the post office,” they said.
“Something might come through.”
But the number dispenser was bust,
and I would have waited there indefinitely
or at least until I had grown rust.
I never had a problem with the numbers
that I drew (though penciled and crude).
I’ve had long-standing relationships
with every number that I’ve known.
What’s this about all the numbers
being taken? (I wondered) This is surely
This poem appeared in Milvia St. Journal 2006