Squares and Triangles
“male society, cloistered rooms, and the works of the classics” ~ Jacob’s Room, Virginia Woolfe
A cloistered room can be concocted in
An ordinary bedsit. Cambridge rooms
Are not required. You sit and rest your chin
On loneliness. Love’s sickness sends its fumes
To mesmerize you while you gaze upon
His face and head and shoulders in the frame
Around that photograph. You know you’d fawn
Upon him if he’d let you, but you maim
Yourself with slavering of soul despite
Sane brain cells. Years ago you said that he
Was Greek infinity. That thought was trite.
Of course you knew that. His divinity
Was angling on the school’s fields then but now
You torture heart valves, staring at that brow.
~ Phillip Whidden