A mathematician but no expert.
The space I occupy
is uncomfortable
for both me and you.
A square peg,
that sanded down its edges
to fit in a round hole.
You, practised in immutability, see
contrivances and heptacontagons,
soft curves giving way to tiny surgical lines.
And I, architecture echoing every word spoken,
never hearing, but forever watching
your eyes, search for angles that surely exist.
So determined to uncover
those microscopic geometries
that prove I should not fit.