Done. Finished. Submitted. Wait. Whatever.
So whatever, if it's accepted or not, I figured
it out. In school I loved algebra, which isn't to say
I was good at it. Working through clauses
of Xs and Ys and stacks of parentheses was
a satisfying/frustrating endeavor. This poem
seemed like an algebraic equation. But
without a final exactly correct
In other news, I've been playing with a panorama
thingy on my phone and it makes cool pictures,
though it freaked out when I tried to go all 360
on it in a 180-like place.