I held that voodoo doll of you,
And with my hat pin
Poked it through
The heart, the spiritual aorta.
And yet the message of love I sent
Was hard and hot and instant,
And somehow synchronized
The only other photon in the cosmos
That could understand my ways.
Quantum nonlocality,
Two particles reacting instantly,
Affecting each other miles,
Or even, light years apart.
Strangely the forthright equations blurred
As a primordial parallel tanglement stirred,
And reversed even cause and effect.
Quickly! Sin and inverse cosine!
Send a message back in time
To a less jaded me.
No one should ever be an island,
Neither can the slightest photon!
Tell me not to fall for him.
Tell me you’re the one.
Tell me the question will heal the answer.
Whisper to me the cure for cancer.
Assure me the guarantee, “Free at Last,”
That somehow my future is healing my past—
The hope of my true calling.
-jenn long
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