If people were made of pixels, they would not be triangular.
If people were triangles, they would not be equilateral
(for if they were, they could sit in a circle of eight
and make an octagon).
Most people can’t even see where a person’s three sides lie
(that would do for me—being boxed into three,
just not steam rolled).

Periodically triangles insert themselves
into one another.
If the triangles are too well matched
you may get the full face reaction
assimilation of two sides
to the point of destruction
rhomboidal creation
codependent cubing
selfless
limiting your sides to two
that might not be yours anyway.

Alternately,
triangles make a symphony
of tinkering by collisions.
There is no give, just the plink plink
of eating each other’s varnish.

If we could instead
be made of silicone
(ah the breasts it would enhance,
lips tighten, fake permission to take in
other triangles for a moment alone.)