you’re all sharp and jaggy
and twitchy and itchy
and glitchy
and a little bit bitchy
try to think of yourself
as a melocoton of spheres and curves
ellipses, ripe fruits
convexes bangles
of soft fabric
not those isosceles triangles
or the trapezia and hypotenuse
of the Pythagorean school
calculated with a sliding
rule
they’re not all out to get you
you know
not all points and peaks
and sharp bits to watch out for
not even the weather is after you
only me
and I have
but a small soft and round
vested interest.