Dirty Geometry

A poem about politics and perspective

Every belief

on a linear spectrum:

left-wing,

right-wing,

fence-sitters in the middle.


A prescribed framework—

the image we were told to see.

But the scale is a circle,

a three-dimensional form

expanding

in every

direction.


Principles aren’t binary;

they move

and grow

and accumulate context,

but we’ve fallen for the myth

of polarization.


I think the reason

we’re divided

is because we were told

to pick our place

on an imaginary line.