We live in a world of right angles

where the shortest distance between two points

is a straight line, and a statement

is either true or false, and you can reason

your way out of the labyrinth.

But what if the labyrinth no longer has a solution,

and the sharp corners frayed Ariadne’s thread,

and it tangled into a Gordian knot?

I am sick of graph paper grids. I want to round

the squares, sink into softness, dissolve

the man-made, melt

into the in-between.

Agnes Vojta

Agnes Vojta grew up in Germany and now lives in Rolla, Missouri where she teaches physics at Missouri S&T. She is the author of Porous Land (Spartan Press, 2019). Her poems recently appeared in Nixes Mate Review, The Blue Nib, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Former People, Gasconade Review, Thimble Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. Her website is

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