Softening
We live in a world of right angles
where the shortest distance between two
points
is a straight line, and a statement
is either true or false, and you can reason
your way out of the labyrinth.
But what if the labyrinth no longer has a
solution,
and the sharp corners frayed Ariadne’s
thread,
and it tangled into a Gordian knot?
I am sick of graph paper grids. I want to
round
the squares, sink into softness, dissolve
the man-made, melt
into the in-between.
Agnes Vojta
Agnes Vojta grew up in Germany and now lives in Rolla, Missouri where she teaches physics at Missouri S&T. She is the author of Porous Land (Spartan Press, 2019). Her poems recently appeared in Nixes Mate Review, The Blue Nib, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Former People, Gasconade Review, Thimble Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. Her website is agnesvojta.com.
Agnes Vojta
Agnes Vojta grew up in Germany and now lives in Rolla, Missouri where she teaches physics at Missouri S&T. She is the author of Porous Land (Spartan Press, 2019). Her poems recently appeared in Nixes Mate Review, The Blue Nib, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Former People, Gasconade Review, Thimble Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. Her website is agnesvojta.com.
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