The Queen of Quantum
invited me to her house.
It was Spring. All the flowers
were on springs.
Sometimes a
grandfather click goes
missing
but she is never too perturbed
since they are very old
and hence it
is almost unavoidable
that they should
lose their way.
When I woke in the morning
to the Sunlight streaming in
through lace curtains
she was quick to point
out that
this was our Sun
the Sun with which
the two of us
were quantum entangled
our Sun
but in a different galaxy
I asked her if either of us
had gone missing during our
more directly physical entanglement
she confessed to
being unsure, that
it was not beyond the bounds of
possibility
outside
because of their frank
appraisal of the night’s sex
the springy flowers
were even
more springy than usual
and there we are
that’s my story
next time
we meet you can ask me
if I left or
if I remained (I
feel you will be
in a
better position to
ascertain
(these words on their
way right now
for
digital scrambling).
The Queen of Quantum
so close to
my heart
may well
have stolen it
quite literally.