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2nd Period Maths

By J.L. von Ende

I don’t consider myself a poet

I like to think I’m a mathematician;

There’s something burning inside her

That I can’t quite calculate.

Each time she speaks

I listen closely for hidden x’s and y’s

Maybe a z or two

But my mind is distracted by the movement of her lips

A cosine curve in dark red.

She ties her hair up into deep chestnut twists

My abstract geometry professor wasn’t lying

Fibonacci spirals do exist everywhere.

I love mathematics

Puzzles, missing pieces, transformations through numeral planes

God, this is the most challenging puzzle of them all

I scribble out equations over and over

And smear graphite on my fingertips

But my final conclusion is always the same:

I love this girl more than I ever could the numbers.

 

 

J.L. Von Ende is eighteen-year-old writer from Washington, D.C. His hobbies include: feeding pigeons, studying mathematics, writing, and riding the subway for fun.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: February 2018: Ten Poems

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