Do you know, she asks,
do you know how hard it is to draw a line
in polar coordinates?
I look down at her math homework. Sure enough,
a line of pen wobbles between two
hyperbolic arcs.
The system supports concentric and
curved. Concepts that are not perturbed ellipse
or bright gleaming tangent
beneath the midnight sun
shake on this uneven ice
transected only by widening circular
demarcations.
I tap the pen against my lips. Yes, well.
How am I supposed to explain the non-Cartesian
duality of the cardioid and the soul?
She looks at me, expecting something profound.
This surface, I say, is like the top of the world.
(Turning too fast for me to explain,
or more like protons and electrons,
which resolve in spaces near zero degrees
into simpler exhibitions of their fact.)
What? she says.
I was just asking for a straightedge.
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