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Sign upparallel
when i was nine years old
my fourth grade teacher told me the definition
of the word “parallel”
he said, “two lines, constantly mirroring each other. never meeting, never crossing.”
now of course he meant this in the most mathematical sense of the phrase,
but i didn’t understand any sense of the phrase until i met you
until i felt the atlantic ocean separating our fingertips
until it stretched us on
opposite sides of the earth
with opposite, teasing sunsets
i didn’t understand that i could be
graphed on paper made out of stardust
and written with a pen
full of the movement of our planet’s plates
but i was, and i understand now with
every yellowed map i see
every missing puzzle piece
every sea there is to sail
and every math test i’ve ever failed
that the only real parallels
are you and me