limiting reactant: that’s you & that's me both of us standing on a cliff, neither of us jumping is this chemistry worth the kind that will decompose our hearts at the bottom of the ocean or the kind that burns my empty hands
ideal law: ideally, breaking it you're in the driver's seat, wrist on the wheel our pulses driving the car and pulsing in the floorboards speed, velocity, distance, the physical sciences (my lipstick distracts you from the road)
balancing equations: you: black flame, glistening furiously me: god knows what i am but clear and soft disaster: the explosion is all-consuming, a violent display of reactivity and fire people stand in awe, wishing they could be destroyed by something so beautiful