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Figure 

You’d like to do more than map the space you

take up. Naming the patterns, the synapses, 

drawing out the shapes of things as if this is 

command over them - it’s not. Walking around 

like a clenched fist would you unfurl, fern-like, 

if approached by the right syntax? Describe all 

the intricacies like tracing the lace of a tablecloth 

spread out under a wide light. In a white 

afternoon she asked you to scratch the wax 

off old pearls, clean the studs

in silver-dip. You were stunned,

moved, and had nothing at all 

to say about it.