In Numbers, safety

I shook the moment holding me together,

Violently in stirring quivers of clasped hands.

To my surprise, I did not release numbers,

But the quality of their curves,

So only the skeleton of facts were left,

And a daffodil field of semi-circles

Surrounded the footfalls of the floorboards.

Plaid skirt in cinched waist line,

And cardigan weaves covering my breasts,

I shook, and shook, and shook,

Till the shock crushed my memory.

No blow to the head,

In bullet or rock alike,

Could have persuaded a job

Better done.