I have never been very good at math
but if i had a nickel for every passport in my nightstand,
a dime for every stripe on my black belt,
a quarter for every crossword rejected by NYT,
and a swiss franc for every time i’ve flown across the world to weed a beekeeper’s garden,
i would have 45 cents and one franc.
that’s not very much money. or a very useful assortment.
but
i would rather spend my time scraping the surface of one million ideas
writing five hundred thousand new beginnings
rather than collect all my coins from one thing,
like a mariah carey holiday special.
i prefer to be
young and naive and bad at math
shaking a jar full of mixed currency
making my presence known with a pocket full of thoughts.
but as i type this
i remember i was an AP calculus tutor
back in the day
so maybe i am good at math
but it’s more fun to think in words
at least, that’s how i think.