1/3 of the girl I used to be
pale legs
& stomach
peel the pink from me

2/7ths of a drink from your cup
I'm left
feeling full
you surround and encompass

3/11ths of a friend on your phone
hold the line
avert your ears
call me tomorrow when I'm good enough

4/15ths of frantic passion
angry kisses
skin pink from slaps
but in the end the purest love

you're 19/5ths of the boy I dreamed of
and you make me 1/3 of the girl
I claimed to be

pale legs and stomach
an awkward Anglo-Saxon
actually Norman
but you find in me
the pieces missing

and you fill in the gaps

05/31/2003

Author's Note: I don't know really. Um. I hate math, honestly. This is just a random pattern (oh wait...) of numbers cause I needed some numbers to fit in here. I didn't plan this at all. I wrote down the word fraction and took it from there. I'm actually Norman. But um... that doesn't rhyme with fraction or satisfaction. This is just one more attempt for creativity from a happy place. Oh well. A girl can hope.

Posted on 05/31/2003
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