and geometry too
our love is a tetrahedron
god is the peak, insurmountable
at REI we bought ice picks, backpacks, freeze-dried biscuits
but remain woefully unprepared for the realities of "The Real Word: Part 33"
our cell phone bills past due, toss them in dumpsters, macbooks too
the beyonds are innumerable, but infinity is passe, we spend our days counting
the mathematics aren't complex; 1+1+1 does indeed equal a triangular pyramid
or the prism we haggled for, the new age Pearl Street lady who clenched her teeth
she wished us well, I think, or maybe she said 'hell', but we'd like to visit there too
we hung it gleaming from our rear view mirror, hoping for health, praying to mapquest
breaks are few, just pee in the bottle, eat a McDouble with a McChicken in between
feel our insides gurgle along to a scanning FM tuner, fill our selfs with fuzz and fat
at the rest stop, disavow all rules, break into a janitor's closet, steal the bleach
use it to clean ourselves, naked, rinse ourselves in the sea, sleep on the beach
when we reach our destination they will give us two pieces of valuable paper
and we will cry and envelop each other, arms grasping at arms, choking on tears
then god will come down from the mountain, he will not wear robes but a hoodie
and then, despite all of our grand expectations, he will simply bop us on the heads
algebra, god, and geometry too
are nothing more
than tricks of the light
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