The moon isn’t looking for solutions.
She’s grown accustomed
to partialities,
that accretion
of absence, her black scarves
plucked from the top hat

one by one.
Then a miraculous
cumulus, removeless

completion.
Stoic mathematician,
efficient wizard,

reveal your secrets.
A lover
is going, some lover is always

going. Such curious
quadratics that
will not leave me whole.

—Karen Volkman, “Equations”
Photography Credit Alfred Stieglitz, Equivalent, gelatin silver print, 1926

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