X.

You are not an unknown number

But I cannot say you are this or that

Either.

I begin.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

I subtract you from my head.

But you are a lizard's tale,

You grow back

Again over again over again.

Second draft.

First is the worst, second is the best.

I add another person to my body.

But your eyes seep into my stomach.

The gut is squeemish, you're squeezing it

And my addition leaves, disgusted.

Last chance.

There's no such thing.

No numbers left, no math to finish.

I am left with the geometry of patience

And 3-dimensional grief.

I still can't figure you out.