(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.)

 

It is difficult to imagine I can be loved— I,

Not your kind one, nor your

Fair

Is not a word in our dictionary.

Not in our game, not our well-staged

Play

The odds. It is exciting not to know

How you feel, to leave it up to cryptic notes

And the enigma in your glance.

 

Strange to think you could be feeling infinitely

Many

Of us walk unawares in this world, where

Noncommittal particles decide to tease us instead

With patterns that stripe the wall in defiance,

As simple as a small thing or a

Wave

Actuality goodbye.

 

Because if something can be in infinitely many places at

Once,

I questioned how I could possibly

Matter

Is all I am

Is all you are.

There is no anomaly in our cognition.

 

But with it, I can observe the particle

Somewhere,

There must be a place where I never find out.

But here, I observe how your pulse quickens,

And now we are locked in this narrative, in this

Minute

Things have the freedom of isolation.

So if I was somehow a small and simple enough

Thing, I could at once be in love with you and

Not— your heart, like the cat, at once broken and

Unbroken.