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Inequalities I was standing in the doorway, my body a perfect combination of right angles, straight lines, and other geometric shapes. You were lying on the bed, a jumble of irrational numbers and multi-variable equations, where not one is defined. That first night our clothes lay intermingled as closely as our own bodies did. Later, you folded yours, placed them neatly away, as if it were somehow indecent for your shirt to be embracing my skirt. You remind me of my father, your hands too large for your body, but somehow able to perform the most delicate operations with absolute precision. Both of you believing nothing on this earth exists that you cannot repair. Your eyes, differing shades, yet both still reminding me of the summer sky. |
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