Ode to Four

one

two

three

four— my favorite number

it’s strong like the four walls of a house

or the four legs of a table

it’s beautiful like the four petals of a hydrangea

or the four girls i was able to call my friends

it’s not like three— negligent and lonely

it’s not like five— overbearing and suffocating

four is modest and comforting

four is stable

it’s what i hope to be

strong.

beautiful.

stable.