Real Love

It was such a disappointment

to find Santa isn't real

and it was just my parents

presenting their love each year.


Not Helping

There is an ant who,
when cut in half,
fights his back end to the death.

There was a botanist who
came across a scaly herb
and named it "broomrape".


In the future,
defying all reason,
we can be represented by algorithms;
our essence encoded.

My first kiss,
blown through the sieve of her equation,
collects dewy on experience.
We touch in theory.

It is always my first
time and never hers.
She said I'm unique.

Just what I wanted
to hear.