Brandon Thurman's poem "The Two-Body Problem" appears in Issue No. 56: Expression.
The Two-Body Problem
I can’t seem to remember
the last time I prayed
that wasn’t merely a reflex.
The doctor’s cold hand
& hammer making
my scrawny knee hiccup
was my first time seeing
how the body can know
what its bearer doesn’t.
When I told you I was glad
our parallel lives had intersected,
you said something about infinity,
something about the earth’s largest machine,
buried beneath the border of two countries,
hurtling one proton against another,
again & again, bent on finding a particle
they call God. I don’t know,
you ramble on sometimes,
but tonight, when I sat at the table
between you & our boy,
I wanted to close my eyes,
hold your hands, & whisper, thank you
to no one at all. I remembered
then what it was you said:
even parallel lines intersect
at the line of infinity,
bent towards each other
by that invisible weight.
BRANDON THURMAN is the most orthodox iconoclast and ordinary queer you’ll ever meet. He’s the author of the chapbook Strange Flesh (Quarterly West, 2018). His poetry can be found in The Adroit Journal, Beloit Poetry Journal, Nashville Review, RHINO, and others. He lives in the Arkansas Ozarks with his husband and son. You can find him online at brandonthurman.com or on Twitter @bthurman87.
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