the repetition of two times two
the repetition of two times two –
you whispered against the grain of
sodden cardboard water:
as if it unlocked volumes of verse.
if you stayed and waited for the
ink to print on your calloused fingers,
I stop in reluctant, pushing glasses
up the acute angle of my nose.
what kind of teacher (the best –
the most visionary kind) would
lie to her students? Hopeful
illegible writing veers the inside
and paints my eyes shut.
if I penned the archaic,
imperial formula in the margins of
bleak paper, their faces,
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