I want to wrap my Words around your Pythagorean Theorem
to find out what Even felt when first touched by Odd
I want you to kiss me with your stableness
and have your numbers make rise my words to your exponents
I want to roll my alliterations around your sum total
then make my allegories cement
I want you to find the missing words to my right triangle
then balance me out
*Excerpt from America: An Unrequited Love Story (work-in-progress). Continue to read in Promethean spring 2018 issue.