Written by Cren Boyd
When I was 7
I learned how to multiply.
Burying 2x2 in a melting mud pile,
Digging out a way to count my life,
I let the math
Consume me and
Teach me that
By multiplying the shattered glass on my kitchen floor, By the inches in which my evergreens grew,
You could get the weight of my childhood.
I let its burden embed itself into me,
Pry its way into my milestones and
Cling on to the idea that
3x2 is when you read
4x4 is when you drive and
6x3 is when you descend from the stars.