Math


Our bodies lay parallel
Next to each other - 
We never cross, 
We never touch.
I forget what it's like to feel 
Perpendicular to you.
These coordinates I've learned 
To graph over my years 
Finally have meaning to me now.
And I now realize that I 
Hate mathematics more 
Than I did my sophomore year.

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