Lost count splitting an atom
trying to do the math in my head
until the equation became abstract
and each number lost its meaning
as if the sum doubled as a feeling
and i felt something pathetic
when i ran into you at the clinic
all those nerve endings
the billions of receptors
numbers i can’t comprehend
still refusing to drop that flaming spoon
burning in your hand
you can equate a number to a feeling
a child could understand
the moment the pain starts
dropping towards zero on the scale
counting backwards
down from ten
About the Creator
Joey Rounds
Ventura born, N.C. raised, In Reno is where i’m spending most of my days. Father, blue collar serf, pseudo-intellectual, big wave surfer (waves of depression). I wear a crucifix necklace, just in case I get stabbed at a 7-11 Redbox.
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