This next poem will convince you quite quickly
that I am functionally illiterate at math
because it can only go as high as 10.
That's as high as I can go.
And that's why I teach English.
[LAUGHS]
It's called "Spirit Arithmetic."
"One nick.
Two nickels.
Three licorice twists before bedtime.
Four hours of a leaky faucet.
Five times, five times now.
Six spoons I swallow.
Seven scratches upon the sun.
Eight elms invisible to the eye.
Nine knots and a blonde braid.
Ten addicts in this house.
In this one, we store strangers."