Y - Numeracy

The weather is absurd today
The wind shakes my hair like a Christmas present
Pins of hail rake the street intermittently
There's a splutter of rain as the clouds cough
and sunlight grazes everything
Here I go, 580, 580, 580, 580
Another china tinkle, and I repeat
580, 580, 580, 580
I am wearing my youth as a scarf under my breath
so the man at the shop will know how to deal with me
He has ink-hatched fingers, and he wants a number
580, 580, 580, 580
A whip of hair about my mouth - what a savage I am
580, 580, 580, 580