Anna Yaphe Levine

Did you know, he said
suspension in cars
is built on a system
of imaginary numbers?

I believed him.

But—
I opened the hood and stood
suspended
by the whirr and purr
of the illusion

Did you know, he said
movement is a deception—
the flying arrow
remains motionless
despite our perception?

I believed him.

But—
I opened my heart
and stood motionless
waiting for cupid’s dart
to negate the notion
prove the emotion

And love, I asked,
also an illusion?

So he opened his arms
and pulled me in
to a field charged
with sweet illusions
where no matter
between us mattered
but our sweet
delusion