When no one is near, I am very small. And sometimes I wonder what number I might be. I can be a silly 6 standing on my head or a 9 holding onto lines to save my life. I might be an 8 who has her life figured out and sits curvy, contented on top of the earth. Perhaps 1 teetering on a needle foot trying to stay upright. I am not 7, wearing his hat and leaning so confidently watching everyone else go about their lives. I am not sultry, top-heavy 4, drawing men with her figure. She is in love with 7, but seeks attention from the rest anyway. Maybe I am 3, unsure and shying away or 2 who sits waiting quietly. I could be 5, in control, conducting. Or I might not be a number. No, I am a semicolon.