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POETRY
On Pi(e)
Portion me out a slice
I’m not afraid to be the first
to wreck the circumference
Make it a modest fraction
for the sake of my own circumference:
an eighth is too much,
quarter that to a thirty-second
(I’ll inhale it in thirty seconds regardless,
be it lemon, chocolate, apple,
or coconut, dotted with cream
and decimal points of nonpareils)
My devotion is a constant
Serve me a plate
or give me a spoon
and I’ll contemplate
the meaning of transcendence
bite after sweet delicious bite
then ever so politely
ask for more
I love pi day, and I love pie — I also love all the jokes and memes. A play on words about math and something delicious, drawn from a calendar date? Yes please! Thank you, readers!
