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.