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What we do
in doorways and in kitchens
might be explained with the laws of physics.
Walking home, tripping over another’s tongue,
let’s call that fusion, hands clasped tight enough
to turn coal to diamonds, air to stone.
Break-ups in parking lots or on porches,
name that old song fission, the mechanism
of separation and dissolution.
Newton’s Third Law: all actions have
their equal and opposite reactions.
You cannot touch without being touched.
Press against skin and skin presses against you.
The metaphor becomes strained. It snaps.
You can harm without being hurt.
You can love without being loved.
Physics’ linear progressions explain
nothing. There are no systematic laws
for the heart, save one: it beats.
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