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My Grandmother's GeometricsShe has the stringMy Grandmother's Geometrics
in her fingers, her hands searching for each other,
drawing a square that always leaks air from one corner. In the corridors, her wheelchair narrowly missing the enemy next door, she draws short, acute triangles,
every woman knows how, she is woman still, under the spilled, smeared circle of paint inside the inflated rubber that hides her soul. Her thoughts usually trace rough ellipses, but sometimes they sketch a rectangle, soothingly like a square, then she talks about God.
by ~koracrac
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tankz for the fav ;D
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