if the beginning is the idea of two,
say two friends, marcy and colin,
but think of them in the abstract,
say, (5x-3) and (2x+7), because, why not,
because names are arbitrary labels,
and friends are unique, and
marcy and colin aren't as simple as
marcy and colin; anyway,
they interact in the course of a day,
perhaps more so at night, and all of a sudden
they look like 10x squared + 29x - 21
and they feel like the relationship
is better defined, because
relationships are complicated,
and marcy and colin, as names,
are shortcuts that don’t fit the moment.
or, another way of looking at it,
remember how x squared - y squared = 1?
hyperbolas, curves coming together, briefly near,
then drifting apart in perfect symmetry?
that is not marcy and colin,
that is us, that is us saying goodbye,
irrevocably, and not in a good way,
in a two-bodies-drifting-apart-in-space way,
those curves are destined
to follow their mathematical paths
into eternity, never again to meet,
and, as we determined—never is a long time.
i take no comfort in this slick, sick equation,
i long for the union of two sets.
in the world of mathematics it works,
in the messy world of blood and guts, it fails.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-11-03 at 13:51
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