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You’d like to do more than map the space
you take up. Naming the pathways, 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.