The solution, dangling off the other lobe. My favorite pair of earrings.

√-1=i

“i”: imaginary, the mathematical symbol which represents the largest category of numbers.
The imaginary is always bigger than what’s real, isn’t it?

In the flesh, a finite infinity. In the spirit an infinite infinity.

We’re alchemists
We present one another coal and transform each other into gold
You’re gold in me and I’m gold in you. Never meant to be kept
Gifts to one another
That’s called love

Inside out
There’s you in me and me in you and you and me alone. With each other but separated from ourselves.

You and
I
A poetic solution
A mind that is a mirror.
I can’t see my own eyes.
So who am I?
Invisible to myself
Inside of you
But not in front of you

The flesh is firm. The boundaries are impermeable. The solidness. You’re both outside and inside. We’re one in word and two fact. We were too close outside and inside too far away. Now we’re inside too close and outside too far away

I want nothing more than a moment face to face. To be silent or speak softly. It took time to understand. Patience that my hunger couldn’t stand. Now it’s calm here and clear. Lets have a moment. To be. Not for fulfillment of expectations. Not for a future or past. Simply a moment for the fear and the love. To pop the bubble. To real-ize

 

 

 

This found poem from the Brooklyn missed connections is from years ago and I’ve held on to it all this time because I liked the reference to imaginary numbers. But now, when I see the image of the face behind a fully opaque mask, I can’t help but think about everything that is happening in the world today. A deadly and mysterious virus combined with a deadly and mysterious federal police force. Is imaginary always bigger than what’s real? Perhaps not.

And sometimes it’s so hard
to wind down
and

pack it in every night
then start again
at day
light

–

And the blind leading
the blind well
we’ve

been watching that
for some
time

now

mindgallery . twitter

 

 

 

I have to wonder if mindgallery titled this poem after he had inputted all the text into the Craigslist Missed Connections form and uploaded the image. Seriously, you couldn’t ask for a more appropriate pairing (in more ways than one).

With all our forgets and plans stand the memories
until life grinds us down till we’re
tiny molecules

hanging out with the dust in the thick
summer night filled with the
memories

we never actually lived through
and it’s in this black night
to blue

thick swirled primordial stew
that I still dream of
the green leaves
anew

–

Puerto Rico may be dying
in a sea of
debt

but let’s not forget they’re
human beings
too

lest we regret the
things we
do

to each
other

again and
again

mindgallery . twitter

 

 

 

This mindgallery poem was posted to the Brooklyn Missed Connections in early 2018 – a few months after Hurricane Maria ravaged the island. Now, their already weak infrastructure is being destroyed again by COVID-19 and lack of direction from the federal government. We do things to each other again and again but I’m starting to feel that no one regrets it any longer.

Key lime pie when the crust is the way it should be and the filling not too sweet
but very tart and well key lime pie in the summertime has always
been one of my favorites

in fact i woke up at 3 in the morning and ate the rest standing
by the fridge and thank god the last bite was
a small piece of
pie

–

And when we awoke the american dream
had passed us by leaving us nothing
just pie in the
sky

Dreamer’s . Dream

 

 

 

Dreamer’s dream of key lime pie on the fourth of July. They joined the party but it passed them by, leaving nothing but pie in the sky.