Stambo

She used to tell me of math and poetry by the length of her arm and rhythm of her heart condensing verse and fraction with form following the function of communist theories and greek philosophies. she beat out aesthetics with a perfect symmetry. because no one understands the relationship between seafoam and shoreline the way she does [swimming in saltwater sorrows] reimagining time in an hourglass, she shot up infinities with a glance and left me moondrunk in the night. she emits sparks throughout my system breaking and entering-- my kingdom under siege. her name was an amalgam of numbers 1.61803399 . . . . and I lov