Man and Numbers 

Tsk, tsk, tsk
He really has a thing for numbers,
I tell you.

his weight and body mass index,
length and width;
he eavesdrops his heart rate.

He squeezes ’til he sneezes
in dire attempt
to put his blood on a scale.

He even segregates white to red,
as if they’re Russia and U.S.
in conflict with one another.

He counts calories
and sugar
without using spoon
nor cups,
like as if
FDA requires
his nutritional label.

So I wonder,
what’s next,
Man, man, man,
oh man!
Perhaps he’s torn
between pores and hairs–
and which one
can pose
as his greatest,
and most meaningful
numerical challenge.


7 thoughts on “Man and Numbers 

  1. My, my, Aina; can you imagine living with someone so detailed, as this (imaginary) man’s life would be…
    I was happy to read, in your response to ‘Writing to Freedom’ that this was just an impromptu… Phew… 🙂

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