I learned basic math as a small child.
Division, they said, takes one bigger thing
and breaks it into more than one
smaller thing.

Teacher displayed a red apple,
whole.
Cut it into pieces.
Divided.

She then taught us you can
add the pieces
back together and make one.
Wrong,

I thought.
You may bring the pieces
close together,
but they will not
“magically transform”
back

into one.

The apple slices can
only ever
be
apple slices,
and they quickly
spoil.

Same thing happens
with people.
Once you divide us
we can never come back together,
wholly. Not without
scars.

Elmer’s Glue™ did a lot for me
in first grade,
but it can’t do that.

But you know who gets along?

Penis and vagina.

You get those two together
and not only can the materials
that make a man
come together
(you know–egg and sperm?)
but you can have a bit of fun
doing so.

They were meant to be together.
Mother Nature says so.
Sure, penis and vagina can
fight (done in the right way,
even that can be fun),
but only when they

work together–

only then–can a person
be created.

All of us–
every single one of us
(yes–you too!)
are the result of
the union
of one penis and
one vagina.

There is no other way.

They were made to come together,
after all.

And so were we.

Will you be my penis
if I am your
vagina?

Can’t we all just get it on get along?