Euclidean Casket

You were a twenty foot roll of
eighty pound white linen stock-
three feet wide!

I cut you
down to
eight feet.

Your blank slate was a quarry
in love with venery.

You rang bells

with your white silence. You held needles
in the doctor’s office of my mind.

I lined up the lines of your face
and hung you on my bedroom wall
with twelve thumbtacks.

I took nine pens, divided
a thirty inch ruler in thirds,

trimmed you up
with x2 – 30/60/90 triangles.

I searched for your cleanest edge.

I waited for you to stop talking before
I began to listen.

For six hours, I stood on kitchen chairs
dressing your beautiful white face
in clean black lines.

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