Claudine R. Moreau
THE EQUATION
The equation that pops
into your mind
as you notice the curve of his
cock has changed to map
some other terrain
you do not know
is firstly exponential in nature
and then a rapid decay.
You rise from bed,
to find the sex stale
on the kitchen counter
with a scrap of paper
simple subtraction
scribbled vertically,
numbers borrowing
from tens, from hundreds,
it is not your equation
which requires
chilling to keep
something dead
fresh
notice the smooth
sinusoidal way this equation,
plunges toward zero,
another woman,
horizontal
on the x-axis
of your bed.
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