Pouts
groans
and pranks
upend me
scream across my mind
disrupt my need for certainty.
I groan about the square root of minus one. Uggh! Arg!
And I pout about prime numbers being so alone
(except when I add them: even.)
(Except for Two: Always wanting attention! )
Math, irrational.
Why ain’t Pi
exact?
God’s
prank.
