some men go out at night with their flashlights
in hand, looking for the gleam of copper pipe
on an otherwise deserted street or lot.
the hungry stuff some steaks in their pocketbooks,
teenage girls perennially steal lipsticks and compacts.
we steal untethered mathematical symbols
from dusty desktops and file cabinets when ours
are settled into sequentially numbered equations;
it feels good to arrange them on either side
of an equals sign, we know they want to know
where they belong.
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