Every room has them

and where none exists,

we make them. Corners.


Ninety degrees of space,

somehow trans-definitioned

into the last pouring

of liquor in the pint

bottm, a corner.


How can one go around

a corner? A culprit

or animal is cornered.

Geometrists, compasses

held tight in fists at their

backs, demand denotation



Cubes have corners, no

one disputes this, but 

when a referee orders a boxer

to his corner, that's a stretch

as is the corner store.


Far and away is the woven

corners of toweks,

or clean sheet corners

that meet, are aligned

to become neatly folded



Lady A



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