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a poem by Paul Hostovsky


Different is good.
Or different is bad.
But different is never

indifferent. For example,
the triangle, the one you crossed out
back in elementary school,

the one that lived among the squares
in one of those early test questions
you've forgotten all about

until now. It lives on, you know,
with its cross. Perhaps
it still lives among squares,

perhaps among triangles now.
Perhaps it loves a triangle.
Perhaps it loves a square, and deplores

its own triangular nature,
or embraces it, really exults in it.
Either way, as for you,

you will never be the same.

© by Paul Hostovsky
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012