by Matthew Zangen
if i was made of construction paper,
i would fold myself a hundred times,
cut one half-heart into my folded side
and send to you the pieces.
you will find exactly
six hundred thirty three octillion
eight hundred twenty five septillion
three hundred sextillion
one hundred fourteen quintillion
one hundred fourteen quadrillion
seven hundred trillion
seven hundred forty eight billion
three hundred fifty one million
six hundred two thousand
and eighty eight
in an envelope
to whom you please,
to do with what you wish,
from now until i burn
with all my missing hearts
exactly where you left them.
Author's Note: For Frankie Sanchez; whose piece "epilogue" literally (literally) inspired this.
For Math: hearts = 2 ^(folds - 1)
And for Mallorie Rosenbluth for everything else. I know you only like cheese with your macaroni, but you can have that, too.
Posted on 12/20/2008
Copyright © 2020 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 12/20/08 at 05:21 PM|
how (or why) could (or would) i ever deny you permission to post this? this is amazing. that a piece of mine could inspire anybody is worth more than i could ever hope for. i appreciate the gesture and i adore this piece.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/20/08 at 08:36 PM|
Insanely creative and beautifully written. This is perfect in every sense of the word.