When you lie down, think of what it was that you felt when you closed your eyes.
I heard you say, “drifting,” as though I was in Africa while you were in Antarctica.
You said we were not connected, and I thought of an electric grid that none has ever understood its complexities;neurons,synapses, memories,motor skills…I drew a Map of us, a map that was a blank as the look on your face when you finished talking.
“So, what do you have to say?”
I drew a map.
I am certain of it. I drew a very good map.
Tonight as I drift to sleep, I stare at my finger, I cannot seem to close my eyes for this piece of silver might disappear and I may just wake up to “Congratulations,” and that, my beloved, makes me want to have a deep conversation with my shadow at 2A.M.