Knox had been hanging around 8th street since before they put in the ATMs. We didn't know where he lived, but that's where he'd been ever since I'd moved here about ten years ago. He used a cracked ... [+]
I'm a triangle
my edges are hard
always snagging on the soft, soft world
my scars are triangles too
red where the cancer was cut out of me
it failed to kill me: I killed It
white where a sailboat's anchor
hit my instep
my eyes are triangles—they penetrate
my sex is a triangle—it penetrates
I'm a red triangle
and the triangle blade of my vocation
will be pried from my sinew-fingers
only when I'm cold
and free at last
in the great circle world.
my edges are hard
always snagging on the soft, soft world
my scars are triangles too
red where the cancer was cut out of me
it failed to kill me: I killed It
white where a sailboat's anchor
hit my instep
my eyes are triangles—they penetrate
my sex is a triangle—it penetrates
I'm a red triangle
and the triangle blade of my vocation
will be pried from my sinew-fingers
only when I'm cold
and free at last
in the great circle world.