Size / / /

An accelerating force brought you

to the bar. Some push

or pull that made you change

velocity. Made you break away,

see the light that comes

from the inside.

Long bar table shining

like heaven. Sit down. Let me

tell you my theory of everything—

beer first, then physics.

One abstraction after another.

Then your hand, my knee.

There is nothing more concrete.

A force has both magnitude

and direction, what made you turn

to me?

Marci Rae Johnson teaches at Valparaiso University and is the Poetry Editor for WordFarm press. Her poems appeared in The Valparaiso Poetry Review, The Louisville Review, and 32 Poems, among others. Her first collection of poetry will be published by Sage Hill Press later this year.
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