Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Anniversary Infinite

By: Christine Emmert

It was sideways eight
for those not good with numbers.
Lying on the bed of hungers
and held in place by appetites
that never left us
even in satisfactions
of the fractions of our years.
We were weak in the figuring
but loved the look of the equations

puzzling others.