My relationship with mathematics
And my relationship with philosophy
Are the same –
Yes, I understand the irony.
But for both, as long as we understand each other
It’s quite a walk in the park.
Until one of them tries to outdo me.
I have my own form of payback, don’t worry.
Philosophy got ticked at me
When I asked its translucent palm
To hold my work shoes while I unlocked the door.
It evaporated with the gust from my apartment.
Metaphysics heaves an overdramatic sigh,
a tantrum on bad days
during the topic of how many pieces of kindling I need to start
a fire.
Math simply tries to give me the equation for the line I’ve just doodled
In the margin of my notebook,
Pouting when I choose a walk in the woods instead.
