1 + 1 isn't math.
It's life and it isn't hard.
1 + 1 is love.
A universal concept
of criss-crossed hands.
Blue eyes to others
hugging their gaze.
1 + 1 is war.
Two acidic cultures
colliding and sizzling
at contact. Blood
Hot. Black.
1 + 1 is curiosity
Glassy eyes on charcoal talons
Wrinkled trunk 'round tail of dog
Feeble finger ravaged by thousands of legs
Paint Africa upon my hands.
1 + 1 are footprints
of mud on the porch.
Yours between mine.
Toes so close and mud still fresh.
But for those,
who have the most unfortunate
pleasure of removing
themselves from
infinity.
1 + 1 = 2.
How sad.