IF QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT WERE A LOVE STORY

I’ll wrap your sound in a blanket
and give it back to you, my music
muse. Just to see you lying in the

leaves talking to me the way I lie
in the leaves and talk to you.
An instant connection masked as

a tell-all telling you nothing. We
are the particles 2,000 miles apart.
I keep coming back to the birch

trees in the moonlight. The flood
lights from the deck. My whole
body in the evening grass.

In my dreams, I move thoughts
easily. I do with you what rappers
do with words. I’m getting better

at cutting my own hair, I guess.
The innocence that sees myself
everywhere in everyone.

The electricity stretched so far
apart. You don’t even know me.
I tell myself it’s magic. Your ribs

move deeply. You’re breathing
or rapping. I don’t know which.
Our lives so separate, yet sticky.

My dress so sheer. You see my sigh.
Unwrap it, I say. Please rap it.
It hurts like a hummingbird.

By Amanda Adrienne Smith