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p^2+2pq+q^2



you remind me of

the hardy-weinberg equilibrium.

somewhere in the middle,

where negative becomes more negative

and our positives become more positive,

our own successes

are magnified exponentially

 

so it’s not all about

“minding our p’s and q’s”

when we frequently discover

the frequency of our presence

in the other;

the appeal of

your alleles against mine.

 

p^2 you like girls in green dresses

and so do i. we sucked in

her milky white skin as i told you

i liked her collarbones

and slim thighs, you kissed the smoke

goodbye and told me that

you liked how lipstick looked

on pale necks anyway.

 

2pq i love you like peppermint tea

with honey and bailey’s

when you soothe me, and

like wasabi when you move me,

kick me into consciousness.

you love your doe-eyed darling,

you told me, “more than the sun”.

when you sang that sunshine

tasted like orange juice, i laughed

because i love orange juice

and hate myself, but somehow

i was convinced anyway.

 

the better part of two years

and four months have been spent

under your sheets, and coincidentally,

that means we’ve been together

as long as you were alive

before i was born now.

the day can’t come soon enough

for us to live longer with each other

than without, because i love the

bedroom eyes on your styrofoam irises

that don’t disintegrate

and your brick wall stomach

that doesn’t crumble.

 

q^2 i like boys that look like jesus

and so do you. we sucked in

our tongues when we went to mass

and i stuck communion in my pocket

because we haven’t committed any sins

worth anyone dying for.

so i sucked on your tongue later

to tell you that sodomy will never be a sin.

and if jesus was a homophobe,

i can name a prime place for him

to stick his cross anyway.

 

=1 but when we’re fucking,

sex is nothing.

i don’t love girls,

i don’t love boys.

i just love you.

the best forms of ourselves

differential reproductive success

you are my best trait

for every condition.

and we become one.

you remind me of

the hardy-weinberg equilibrium.




 

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