1.19.2009

Variations on an Enigma

By Howard Good
99 words


Great mathematicians peering down from the roof might be able to compute in their heads how many steps it'd take me to cross the street while bleeding, and if they cared and weren't constantly being accosted by counterfeit pleas from near hysterics, they'd be as surprised as I am that my beard is coming in gray and add a few more zeroes, for I was told – no, assured – the sutures would dissolve, the heart eventually grow back, only to arrive early this morning to an unwashed blackboard, empty desks, a note blown on the floor, the ink still damp.

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