Our words meet at 90 degree angles –
formal, rigid, and right.
We speak complementary,
measured phrases
with a known degree of truth,
petty postulates proving
again and again
congruence.
no room for error
Underneath the theorems
is a question of necessity,
of need, of wondering
what it’s all for and why
we need a compass
to draw the arc of love.
The geometry is all wrong
despite how we try to define
two parallel lines coexisting
on a common plane.
April 6, 2024