She got lost at the corner;
that place where his dimples broke open
and formed a delta;
mouth of tooth and gum and voice and tongue
fertilized by a lifetime more smiles
than numbers know how to name.
She immediately became
by all the deficiencies
she’d never had problems counting up to.
Tried to add up the downs and get a number that felt right for him,
and cried over the left overs,
never letting go of the remainders,
asking her pillow why this division took so long.