Love is deeper
than at first it can be thought.
A portrait of the mind on the internet, mazed. We refuse to think a
plane can disappear; mystery has lost its. This may seem selfish, but
I want my partner to tell me things. I'm so sick of looking at
his face and seeing only the same two eyes, the ones that used to
look at me like orphans. The
tension between structure and personality governs our interactions.
Flow charts mark the failure of eye beams to remain fixed. There's
the melting, as of lava in Pahoa, flowing downhill, through chain
link. The newspaper reports every foot of it, the week-long pauses. Walk for your life, someone jokes. The mystery
is not that it exists,
but the day it erases the
strip mall's parking lot.
--28
December 2014
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