At copperplate madrasa
I mastered the scalpel
Shipman dipped in vermillion
and suave
italics of the Third Reich.
You were my salvation.
Snaking your lithe,
gelatinous slalom
you looped back 'o'
to its foregoing lambda.
I adopted your font.
Feminist and New Man,
we liked each other far more
than Eve did Adam.
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