My daughter loves improper
I look on, alarmed, as she
larger and larger numbers on top:
then twenty-five, now ninety
Figures pile up, hazardous, tilting
the division bar.
"Are you supposed to reduce them?"
"No," she says, "we didn't learn
She moves on to spelling words–
she underlines, impetuous, embarrassed,
as her definitions overflow the margins,
up the right side of the paper, across
the blue lines,
until she sets down her pencil,