If my name were spelled in numbers,
there would be lots of red ink,
negative signs showing debt,
parentheses to illustrate deficit.
If my name were spelled in earth,
there would be foot prints, hand prints,
tiny green seedlings
sprouting out the vowels.
If my name were spelled in water,
waves would break against
the consonants, sunlight would
bounce bright off the surface.
This world of numbers
makes less and less
sense to me.
narinda heng 