Pythagoras Theorem

The brightly lit vowels of your name danced
across the room and squared with mine.

Autumn to Summer, we sat side-by-side,
trading algebraic secrets and learning the shapes
of one another.

That year, I learned the accidental touch of fabric
under a too-small table, the hardness of plastic chairs,
the softness of your presence.

I learned the tinted embarrassment of schoolgirl
silliness, a breaking voice.

I learned that you, in your wholesome teenage
solidness, were equal to the
___________________________pieces of myself.

Submitted to Banshee – response by July 1