Odd Angle

A dozen gestures
of his eyebrows and hands
working in concert
with a cool and detached tone,
drawing me in with science;
more lines on his forehead
making exceptions to standards
he sets but ignores
– and I’ve memorized each one.

Learning is an accidental affair.

Too many voices
not my own
and I still follow
the odd angle
almost blindly
like a flower turning to sun.