I’m square.
I sit in it
carry it
cumbersome
wear it
a yoke
stare at the
other folk
who seem circular.
You’re square.
You’re square.
How do
you bear it?
Sit in it
and soak
stare at the
other folk
who seem circular.
Wait.
If you sit
roll
a little to the left
I to the right
we might
have an octagon.
Seem circular?
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Many thanks to poet friend Carys for making an effective visual piece of this. A co-write indeed.
Welcome to WordSalad, where I hope to put more avocado, feta cheese and olives in the bowl than cheap iceberg lettuce (though I think we all appreciate a wild Romaine heart... give me a hot-blooded Gypsy anyday). Organic Balsamic vinegar may get thrown about with reckless abandon; forgive me if I get some in your eye, or if any of my ingredients are not to your taste.
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