We lost control of our hands
It started standing beside the drafting table
when after years of friendship
we first pressed our bodies together-
While our mouths overpowered, played seek and devour,
your T-square my protractor
Our hands self-possessed, quite unbeknownst to us,
were vigorously drafting, pencil nubs scratching
Soon after: the framing, the two-by-fours nailing,
the screwing and screwing and
All
That
Erecting
we making eyes through the beams, we sparking eager, we
dripping sweat
in the sawdust unseen
By halflight the install- we hang and smooth drywall
my dust mask your jab saw
Now a maze of partitions block our once open diction
Hide our rapture from the outside, hide our selves from each other
Abrielle (Abriel) Sanderson (class of 2009) works in the GCC Math Studio a few days a week. She’s passionate about mathematics and poetry and wishes that the beauty of both arts were less gatekept and more accessible.