The Corollary of Dr. Ian Malcolm
Wasn’t there a butterfly
effect set off by his experiment
with water droplets?
I have never been quite the same.
I sit in the backseat
next to my male companion
and for every apparent reason:
history, strange attractors, sensitivity to
initial conditions, lack the slightest
twinge when he smolders close,
Did I unbuckle my seatbelt?
the velociraptors circle the car,
pecking away at the laminated
safety glass, my heart rates at
a tepid speed. I don’t acknowledge
the consequence of being
Am I too wrapped up in the what-if erotica (!)
of topological mixing?
I am at this moment rewriting
a theorem of predictability.
It concerns the deterministic
systems of future-me and
the nature of my subsequent companion.
In all scenarios, I am a paleobotanist
played by Laura Dern,
my companion? a rotating version of
Jeff Goldbum, circa ‘93.
The truth is my rounding errors yield
wildly diverging outcomes, but now,
as always, the present circumstances
determine the future.
My question has become
do present circumstances favor me?
All the speculation!
of chaos theory cannot definitively predict
the closeness of the hot doctor’s
Stay with me, the velociraptors are,
but how-to? manifest my
outcome: a particular cheek, hot doctor with jet-
black hair, in a jet-black leather jacket.
Madeline Vardell is an MFA candidate at New Mexico State University. She is the winner of the 2013 Kay Murphy Prize in Poetry, selected by Lara Glenum. Her work has recently appeared in Bayou Magazine, Rhino, [PANK], and Whiskey Island. She lives in Mesilla, New Mexico.