In the absence of your love here comes the science
and I am thinking about you
touching me
but I know it can never really happen
for scientific reasons
since your fingertips here
are just these whorls of atoms
iron filings in a random fling
linger as if something is meant
between us
intangible things
electromagnetism
and this heat is called transference
we think we can feel
but we’re pushing each other away
Laura McKee started writing poetry a few years ago, by mistake. Her poems have appeared in journals and zines including Aireings, Other Poetry, Obsessed With Pipework, Fake Poems. In private, she enjoys twerking and drawing Captain Haddock.
This poem was first published in The Lake