It was silly to be hiding my face
within the confines of the spider-hole
I created from my arms.
I was only ever half in anything.
I was only ever half sure about you.
Foggily, I listened to her voice in the
distance.
She was screaming with pleasure
to my place among displacement
about the geometry of lines.
and I was only ever half listening
only ever half out the door, you know..
"paralell lines will never intercept", she said.
How could I have forgotten...
How did I not realize the paralillety
of our situation?
She spoke her first truth, that afternoon.
