Limitations of Geography
This one's a sonnet -- I wrote it yesterday, but thought I'd post it here, just for those who sign up on this first day. I know some of you probably saw it on Facebook, but in case you missed it. It's for our ex-girlfriend, who visited us over Christmas. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, and went home yesterday. ***** Limitations of Geography, or Meditations on a Moebius Strip At parties they ask, what are the practical applications of your work? He shrugs and lifts his drink. And I can’t help, except to tactically change the conversational ground; we shift to books, my field (flunked calculus in school, twenty-three years ago). He does topology, studies space and shape and line, the rules that govern how we touch. Geography is just as cruel. Twenty hours from her land to ours – we did the math in school. Three years back and forth, a strain – until we let her hand slow slip away. We’re just friends now. Why rack our brains to find a way for her to stay? To teleport would be the only way. ***** for Karina, with all our love
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