The slopes!

 The slopes! You said

The slopes! So we did

we crossed

x with y

multiplied into this

Slanted muchness u

call a line  both sides

Shooting arrows on it

“Signifying time”

I replied when you asked about/

commented on the sharpness

Go on

endlessing on and

on to I don’t know where

End of no end onning

its own business

I’d rather not think about it

The Uncomfort

I hesitate in careless handfuls but you

                   You

speak silences by the bushel

Little palm tree and a face

I don’t mind tearing

the graph paper if

it makes the little

boxes less

Confined  less

little and

a little less

restricting

While you ripple out

another heavy unsaying

Scratch more

room to move fistfuls

That titillant groove of

your pencil  sharp

punctures right angles

who lose their grip—

      I lost count

—the numbers!

are loose! Running frantic

You see me as a frantic girl