allmyelectronsarepositivelycharged


Baby, I'm telling you,
you'll never understand me.
     And I'll tell you why:
you never read
any Simic, any Plath and
     you donšt know even what I am
and not.

And all the pretty virgins
will never understand my devotion
to the underworld.

      All the pretty physicists
will not understand my structure
or my speed,
     though they dabble
in Metaphysics.
They forgot the sweat and hormones
     in their Big Bang theories.
The forgot the sweet ill-logic
of the heart.

And no one understands
my lust for the Man From Mars,
     for we know something.

    I think
in prosody and molecules,
in letters and proteins;
music and monotony.

     Vulcan loved Pandora
despite all that estrogen.
You think he was unfeeling?
He made the lightning bolts.
He knew the physics
of my heart.  He knows me more
intimately than you can
     without a microscope.


Jenniffer Dundon



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