oh! for some cat-eyed korean
with glossy blue-black hair
to unravel these knotted
ropes before me.
aqueous? precipitate?
you, aluminum, with your 2+ charge
might mate with friendly twin
chlorines.
but love is fickle,
and you choose the silver nitrate.
oh! for you, blessed Korean,
to translate these garbled syllables
and symbols into intelligible language,
i would give up every bite of Pocky
and pledge to drive Toyotas
for the rest of my days.
these redox equations swim before me,
sad-faced,
mocking their apathy and my misfortune.
chemistry, that two-tongued monster
that holds captive all reason
between its razor-sharp lips.
Mendeleev, i have let you down.
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