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Mangodrink
[unlocked in 2012, well after publication in Strange Horizons.]
After two days of being generally cranky and overworked, I have finally had time to drink a cup of juice and take a nap. Sleep and vitamin C -> big thumbs up.
I'm hungry all the time these days, even though I'm eating more. I wonder I am actually thinking so hard and so continually that my brain is clocking through calories. This strikes me as highly silly. But possible.
I wrote this poem about a week ago for my friends Summer and Austin:
Summer and Austin Have Left Their Apartment For a House
I meant to write a poem for your wedding
about superfluids. About quantized groupings
whose singular momentum pushes up and over containers -
about transmission of heat, creation of vortices,
the creation of h/m proportions of vortices
where h is plank's constant -
a spun bucket that holds a dozen whirlpools.
I meant to write that you were aligned together
in the same quantum state,
and could not be contained. I meant to write
a poem of matter, of transition points -
of energy that transforms liquid to gas -
of boiling water at a steady temperature
as molecules leap into vapor.
They don't use the term latent heat anymore.
I can't use it to say you've changed states.
It was a long time building, only seeming
the same, like boiling water, as you transformed
into something that rises.
After two days of being generally cranky and overworked, I have finally had time to drink a cup of juice and take a nap. Sleep and vitamin C -> big thumbs up.
I'm hungry all the time these days, even though I'm eating more. I wonder I am actually thinking so hard and so continually that my brain is clocking through calories. This strikes me as highly silly. But possible.
I wrote this poem about a week ago for my friends Summer and Austin:
Summer and Austin Have Left Their Apartment For a House
I meant to write a poem for your wedding
about superfluids. About quantized groupings
whose singular momentum pushes up and over containers -
about transmission of heat, creation of vortices,
the creation of h/m proportions of vortices
where h is plank's constant -
a spun bucket that holds a dozen whirlpools.
I meant to write that you were aligned together
in the same quantum state,
and could not be contained. I meant to write
a poem of matter, of transition points -
of energy that transforms liquid to gas -
of boiling water at a steady temperature
as molecules leap into vapor.
They don't use the term latent heat anymore.
I can't use it to say you've changed states.
It was a long time building, only seeming
the same, like boiling water, as you transformed
into something that rises.
