poem

 Approx

Rounding down or rounding up?

What are the rules?

One the one hand it’s self-

Aggrandizing, getting phantom hits

And now there’s ghost runners on base.

On the other hand you’re just corralling

All these extra numbers in a box to erase.

Nobody wants to deal

With awkward situations.

I’m certainly not a whole number.

Nobody has ever remembered my name

Down to the last decimal point.

The more you know me 

The smaller I get.

Unfortunately, I’m not special.

I’m not irrational.

There is a final number that puts, 

At long last, the finishing touches on defining me.

Oh damn, I’m just realizing

It will only get rounded off.

5/17/26