11:12

KM Bezner

is it too late to wish for a really good cup of coffee

is it too late to wish for a nice sunset

tomorrow or maybe not if it sets

the sky or the ozone on fire is it too late to

wish for a nap but you have to be careful wishing

for things like that before i wake up at 11:11 on

a tuesday in 2056 and is it too late to wish for a short

but surprisingly refreshing nap or instead can i wish

for a moment but not a panic or pain moment

can i wish for a moment that is calm, or is it too

late to wish for a deep breath at that nice sunset

a deep breath of really good coffee aroma

at a nice sunset watching what’s left

of the future sky burn up

is it too late to stay awake

wishing i hadn’t spent my wish

and is it too late to send my late wish

to you instead so you can

do something good with it

This is maybe more an anxiety poem than a mathematical one, but my anxiety runs on numbers. Good, bad, and lucky numbers. Steps counted by fours. Patterns arranged in grids. Candies eaten in threes or fives. Divination in the minutes on the clock. But the beautiful thing about numbers is their contortion: apply a process, connect some dots, and every number becomes significant.

KM Bezner (they/them) is a queer neurodivergent librarian in Rhode Island. Their work has been published by or is forthcoming from Ouch! Collective, manywor(l)ds, Impostor, coalitionworks, fifth wheel press, and others. If they’re not writing poetry, they’re probably reading comics, playing games, or making zines. They can be found most online places @kmbezner.