I think I have dyscalculia
I can't prove it because I personally think my dancing is cool
But I don't seem to understand
Numbers
Apparently they are everywhere
Well not to me
I can't seem to do the sum which would give this piece of cake more meaning over this home prepared salad
Surely, my whole day can't come down to a slice or two
Surely, the scales are not set to death the minute my fingertip dips into buttercream ice
I don't even particularly like cake.
I don't think?
But I know, I definitely don't like the spreadsheet on the screen on my desk
I don't see numbers
Not in the right way
But they see me
They get under my skin and bloat me
And I let them in
