cosines, secants and other tangents

it came, in waves, like
angled bits of time;
i should have learned
back then to read the sines

but all of it,
tangential then, to me —
i wanted friends, not
trigonometry

but one was easy –
friends were always tangles –
i only dated girls
who knew the angles –

but then got burned.
oh, how could i not see
a love triangle
was the end of me

unlined and pointless
i was cut adrift;
to then transform
and feel my vector shift

in radian desire
i met the one,
who by, scalene her heights
my work
was done

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