are like two
synced electrons
bound by mysterious
quantum action
despite the infinitude
of separating space.
The math
is complex,
but it happens
like this—she bends,
and I stretch;
she opens her mouth
to moan during sex
just as I take
a huge bite
of ham sandwich.
Of course, we've never
even met,
and everything I've said is
purely theoretical.
But I've noticed—
presumably just
as she swaddles
the covers around her
and takes that first drag
of a slim cigarette—
how useful
it is to describe it
like this,
if to nobody else
but myself.
