Sonnet 3.14159
By Drew Pisarra
“Love never ends.” Or so you contend. “Well neither
does pi” is my curt reply. “Affections divide
till the end of time.” Basically, you can either
come to terms with that cold truth or chase the big lie.
It’s silly to frame love as unending pleasure
or assign it a stature mathematic in scope.
It’s easier to square a circle, than to measure
one heart’s full capacity so while you may hope
to convince me there’s magic in threes, three being you
me and he , that triangulate “we” sounds like a mess
of self-serving logic that will never prove true.
Polyamory has always struck me as less
than the sum of its parts. This is the lesson learned
by one who tried to be “open” then got burned.
Drew Pisarra recently finished a series of poems inspired by R.W. Fassbinder, poems from which have appeared in such publications as “St.
Petersburgh Review,” “Dirty Chai,” “Crab Fat,” and “Poydras Review.” A
collection of Drew Pisarra’s short stories, “Publick Spanking” was issued by
Future Tense Press as well.