Lessons From Math Class
21:20
Conditional probability
is the manifestation of event A
being dependent on the manifestation of event B
much like the manifestation of you and I
being dependent on me stumbling into you
on a cold Tuesday morning
the sum of improbable possibilities
like spilling coffee down my white blouse
with no time for a fresh cup but only just enough time
to swiftly swap stained white for a creased navy
missing bus number twenty because I slammed the front door
twenty minutes later than I should
skidding into a drug store to hastily apply eyeliner and red lipstick and spritz tester perfume
in a desperate attempt to mask the ruin of a disaster morning
running in heels to the closest florist
because God forbid I forget mother's birthday
finding myself breathless at the counter of the coffee shop
just a few blocks away from my regular one that, today, is closed
due to
unforeseen circumstances
and so, here we are,
unforeseen circumstances in hand
as I rustle through my handbag
realising a beat too late
that I am out of cash
and my credit cards lie forgotten on my bed at home
your outstretched arm saving me from making unspoken apologies
when you say "here, I'll get it"
and my eyes, when they find yours with a sincere thank you
find something - someone - they hadn't quite banked on finding.
White chalk equations on the black board
an amalgamation of letters and numbers
coefficients and constants
that somehow always equate to you and I
parallel lines and parallel universes colliding
intersecting in the name of coffee
an I-owe-you
and exchanged phone numbers
their path invariably changed
because tracing them back to the accidental brush of a hand that knocked over a coffee cup
would be as impossible as dividing by zero.
The probability of you asking me out to dinner
was rolling a six on a dice -
less than unlikely.
0.167 on the probability scale
tipping our odds to less than 20/80
but you did ask me to dinner
and dinner led to date number two which led to
a future of top-heavy fractions
like the world on top of us
saying we will never work
in a mess of mixed numbers and flawed statistics
but I've always been an optimist
you love me you love me not you love me
f i f t y - f i f t y
sine - cosine - tangent
fractions of blurred lines
when your lips meet mine in a drunken haze
my heart a prime little thing beating away solo
able to divide with none but herself
but,
here she is - take her whole
And if you were to ask me why I kissed you
that night under the stars
the parabola curve of your smile in the moonlight
your fingers through mine tetra squares and constellations
your roaming lips tangent to my aching curves
I would tell you that 1+1 is always equal to two
an unequivocal truth
much like
when your hands skimmed my waist
and your heartbeat brushed against my finger tips
I could feel you rattling in my bones
I always knew you were mine.
If you were to ask me
how did you know
I would say
that you are 360 degrees of cherry 𝝅
radian(t) in all your curves and edges
the angle at which you tilt your head
complementary to mine
makes you 90 degrees
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my hands on your chest
two points of a chord
in the infinite circle of you and I
because much like 𝝅
we are a string of indefinite constants
infinite
unending
limitless.
Poetry has coined the term
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g in love
but no one talks exponential
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cumulative value of fingertips pressing into skin
red wine beneath the blankets
my legs tangled with yours
your heat beat-beat-beating in perfect synchrony with mine
sweet nothings whispered between the folds of satin bedsheets
dinner on the edge of gradient sunsets
shifting between phases of forever in this finite world.
anything multiplied by zero is zero
(you + I) = zero
multiplied by anything
we remain.
divide us
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