Take: x = today, y = tomorrow, and k = time
Question I: What would you consider as constant
if all of these unknown variables wear
the memory of you?
Answer: Here’s the return of old habits. Of multiplying
nights & days to equal the number of times
I spent nursing the broken pieces of my past.
I teleport into childhood, and bathe in
its innocence. I unsee the clouds gathering in
my father’s eyes as they announce another
downpour of smithereens. In my mother’s,
I recollect shimmers of her withered dreams.
I, fleshy strangeness, wrapped in naivety,
unperturbed by the world’s chaos.
Question II: If x = now, find y?
Answer: I, an offspring of a broken hymn stuck in
the diastema of my ancestors. I, an x with all
of life’s present tense, & the moon’s salty tears running
in my veins. every arteriole quakes with the
uncertainties of y, which is too big to feed
a clairvoyant’s delight. y, an amalgam of tomorrow
and now.
Question III: Interpret the expression y = kx
Answer: Like plastics obeying fire, I submit myself
to be scrutinized by time. I let the wind predict
the path I follow. I allow the things I can’t control
to providence. But, at constant time, tomorrow
is dependent on today. In this equation, everything
outlives time except memories.