some families play
at assembling triangles
transforming
with pythagoras’ help
each corner into a note
so all notes triangulated
become music
other families play
at piling concrete blocks
teaching all sorts of accumulation
at the pyramid’s base
almost all families
transform the corners
of their geometry
into heritage
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*
my shortsightedness sets us apart
the threat of your glaucoma haunts me
the time of my eyes
alerts me
I am another person
intolerant of
jupiter
the gas giant
reminds me of simethicone
simethicone reminds me of grandmother
who never handled lactose
and did so even less after
her gallbladder was removed
were I a little more well-mannered
or less mercurial
I would not tell
you
or anyone
about the gas giant
that now and then
is born inside me
when it comes to food
all women
in my family
are civil disobedients
no jupiter tells us
what we cannot eat
celestial bodies
my mother’s Stela might fit here
beside my grandmother’s Maria
they too know how to be
elementary when they
decide to busy
their hands
to create
