At Least I’m Not a Rhombus

Rectangles always look so miserable there on the page In their boxy squareness In danger of breaking – they can’t sleep standing up like triangles Can’t play soccer like circles kicked into spheres Always the bridesmaid, framing gowns in shop windows, but never the bride But there is always worse – they could be a … Continue reading At Least I’m Not a RhombusMore