I'm her gay best friend
But I'm straight as a platonic line
Extruded as a square
Protruding into space as a cube:
Christ! I'm crucified on a tesseract
In the friendszone.
I dream perfect polytopes
Tessellating into the n-dimensions
Fitting together on every side
Faces resting against faces
Membranes penetrating membranes
Do our angles add up?
Anywhere between her (here?) and infinity?
Does the series converge?
Is there a point?
...
I dream a point
Squeezed
Underneath crucification
Underneath space
Underneath flatland
Underneath straightness.
I dream a point
Stuck together
Infinitely small
Against the backdrop of everything.