i have to go back to school. eurydice reminds me of how much i don't know about lit theory and, well, just anything.

to iii

thoughts ran low in your head, like,
post- of its equator.
there was a great deal of color
in them, and much wisdom,
ordered and spiraled fractal-like.

on the surface you said, like,
"you know, the thing,"
and we didn't know,
but then you'd smile,
we liked you a lot.