Tuesday, January 12, 2021


Only physics
could explain! I might
dramatically insist,

the strange charm 
which plainly
exists between us.

We are two 
synced electrons 
a supercluster away—

she bends, 
and I stretch; 
and she moans 

during sex, 
as I take
a bite of sandwich.

"You've never even met," 
my interlocutor 
would interject,

"this is all 
But notice, I'd say—

as she perhaps
someplace stamps out
a slim cigarette—

how much 
it helps anyway.