Schroedingers Cat

Do you remember the images from the poems I wrote? The way I was a deer, and you were the moon, the candy peaches, the mango strips? The way the light was�"not angry or loving, but just there? Because all i want is to stay with you in this schroedinger’s cat relationship until the summer, when we can fall apart from each other and each into something new, like a gilt statue splitting down the middle, and each half sinking to the glittering bottom of a different swimming pool.