Star by Thomas Berg
In terms of real numbers, to the power of zero would be sufficient, still one, except…
I’m a poet, not a mathematician, much more intelligent, although the probability of burger flipping is much higher in the former. You don’t even know where I live. I wake to the sounds of birds chirping. And I can sing.
I don’t know if you’d remember me or not, or how. Think of a person more inclined to try new things, who excels quickly… who lost touch.
I appreciate the grammatical critique…I also love ellipses.
Feelings of excitement, like the first kiss. Like the unknown. Find them. This all wasn’t intended to be a mystery or stir a bitter or nauseating memory. Just subtract eight thousand eight hundred forty seven… maybe it’s easier to write the equation out… and the origin should become clear.
~ Under the Stars
