Poem Number Two on 

Bell's Theorem

or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love

June Jordan

There is no chance that we will fall apart 

There is no chance 

There are no parts.

believe it love 

believe

     my lover 

lying down he 

lifts me up and high 

and I am 

high on him

- june jordan

plum blossom plum jam 

even the tree becomes something 

more than a skeleton 

longing for the sky

- june jordan

I can relate to that.

Tuner, 2025

Tuner, 2025

what do you call a feeling

that no longer lives in your body?

do you call it a memory? do you call it an ex?

do you call it and beg it to come back?

- olivia gatwood

I don’t socialize because I’m afraid

I’ll disappoint people. I have spent

so many hours talking on the phone.

I still love chat rooms. The only thing I trust

about myself is how good I am with words.

I can make anyone fall in love with me,

as long as they aren’t close by.

- Olivia Gatwood

What do I do with my hands

when they are just hands?

- Olivia Gatwood

Four nights in, I still don’t know his name. And each kiss

is the aftertaste of pills, a white cloud on the tongue. He hates

the names I give him: Tantalus, Orestes, Ganymede. I don’t

need a name he says, sky-high in the shower, the birds leaking

into stains on his stomach. Orange bottle in hand,

I answer Hyacinth and Vicodin. I answer Xanax and Zephyr.

- Saeed Jones

The most beautiful part of your body

is wherever your mother's shadow falls.

- Ocean Vuong

You are neither here nor there,

A hurry through which known and strange things pass

As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways

And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

- Seamus Heaney

Dark matter 

Rebecca Elson

Above a pond, 

An unseen filament 

Of spider’s floss 

Suspends a slowly 

Spinning leaf.