The Power of Geometry
Today the police came to our school.
We skipped Geometry for a film on false friends.
But we’re not as stupid as they think,
we know the score.
Milano Today: a young Moldovan, lured
to Milan by promises. The woman
she’d come to meet had no job for her but he
worked her all the same, beat her wide eyes
shut, opened her legs like nutcrackers,
left her rusting on the floor.
She was twice my age at twenty-four,
knew the score the same as us.
I skip Geometry because I can’t
pick up protractors without thinking
of false friends, a young woman who trusted
and whose blood-encrusted legs lie open
like discarded nutcrackers, in a flat somewhere
in the beautiful city of Milan.
– Diana Devlin