Experiment: two irrational primes shift
the horizontal plane of an unswept floor;
parabolic algorithms of Cuvier and tequila
collide in a skitter of projectile shoes;
a.m.'s rain-caked windows skew solar telegraphs,
prismatic intersections no longer able
to mathematically express the root
of who fucked who first and where;
Euclidean geometry tested,
but data, ultimately, unproven;
subjects exposed to relative uncertainty
in the stark, glaring angles of noon.
Listen to Angela read the poem.