Tag: poetry, the-biology-of-numbers

Once I dated a woman I only liked 43%.So I only listened to 43% of what she said.Only told the truth 43% of the time.And only kissed with 43% of my lips.Some say you can’t quantify desire, attaching a number to passion isn’t right, that the human heart doesn’t work like that.But for me it does-I walk down the streetand numbers appear on the foreheadsof the people I look at. In bars, it’s worse.With each drink, the numbers go upuntil every woman in the joint has a blurryeighty something above her eyebrows, and the next day I can only remember 17%of what actually happened. That’s the problemwith booze-it screws with your math.

Once I dated a woman I only liked 43%.So I only listened to 43% of what she said.Only told the truth 43% of the time.And only kissed with 43% of my lips.Some say you can’t quantify desire, attaching a number to passion isn’t right, that the human heart doesn’t work like that.But for me it does-I walk down the streetand numbers appear on the foreheadsof the people I look at. In bars, it’s worse.With each drink, the numbers go upuntil every woman in the joint has a blurryeighty something above her eyebrows, and the next day I can only remember 17%of what actually happened. That’s the problemwith booze-it screws with your math.