eleven miles to west ridge
where I will meet a gal
and forget about another gal
for a little while.
we used to be old friends,
young friends,
but now we carry clarifying months
in summer and November.
I am not ashamed
or afraid
of you for faulting us
and failing.
in mathematics,
a playing field
is zero dimensions
and teenage applause.
subspaces and modern sharps,
Euclidean geometry
and hidden hearts,
haven't felt this way in a long time, patsy.