I dreamt last night that we were infinite,
As if mathematics could somehow prove we were real…
As if our square root could undo lifetimes worth of uncommon denominators and imaginary numbers.
If I had only remembered the remainder, something different would have occurred.
A new product would have been found
I dreamt last night that long division was as complicated as life gets,
and that real love was as simple as 3rd grade romance.
But when I woke up your eyes reminded me that I never passed calculus
As that you were made of cos’s and sins.
So I put my head back on my textbook pillow
and decided to give me calculator away…
I never liked math anyway.
co-written years ago with the very talented Sydney Roberts.