Chemistry Problem
For Kim Addonizio
Double, double toil and trouble…
There is something in this for both of us. We have chemistry, let’s be lab partners. Help me with problems, like which would make a better poem: a pandemic, a wolverine, or a broken heart? You know you only chose me because you enjoy my fondling your blond ass as you bend over the Bunsen burner, because we have flammable sex on the periodic table, but this is more serious than calculations or orgasms. As a poet, I need to access the deeper moaning of reality, but you are a screamer, not a moaner. Let’s experiment anyhow. Slide up that skirt and let’s explore something elemental, make a new molecule, feel the reaction. Help me probe the fundamentals of creation and I may love you, though surely not enough, as we are both non-valent. Even though we may never bond, we are in this together, partner. Bring your beaker to my lips. Results may vary.
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