The Geometry of Us

It was that minute in the elevator,

that moment when we

careened through floors

with only a gap of words between us.

It was then that I knew

the way we watched each other

would have to end.

It would have to be untangled,

like a skein,

a section at a time

until we could stretch out in parallels,

untouched,

the space growing wider and wider

until we become only dots.

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, and many other publications. You can find her here: carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com