All you nerds our there might appreciate this particular short poem:
Cheating in Science
You are antimatter, time’s backwards arrow,
an irrational number in silk. You are a paradoxical
feline in a box of contradictory fates.
Like a conscious wave, you pass through gaps
in this event’s horizon to skim my ozone sweetly.
And I, protozoa immersed in alcoholic solutions,
fluoresce beneath your ultraviolet eyes.
“Told the babysitter we’d be home by eleven”
says my unequal mass. The fermion sheds its boson.
© Brad Skiff